Tidus is Free of mischievous nature sprites! Free of creatures no longer fumbling around under his shirt. But it's hot, so he's taking it off anyway, not deeming Inigo's huffing worth more than a grunt, an uh huh; using that same shirt to wipe his forehead.

There's some emotions going on here, particularly with Inigo - particularly as some realisation hits him, and. Tidus looks at Roland's corpse, a smidgen of concern rising...

...


but also his doubt and suspicion.

"Eh." Eh. "Give him CPR?" Oh oh wait- "Squeeze his nose real hard!"