Here's the face of someone feigning innocence at a remark they've surely heard before in their life. But that small detail isn't going to stop Tidus, and luckily, it doesn't get in Roland's way as he continues, a smile rising on Tidus as he shakes his legs. Will it help with drying off his pant legs? Absolutely not.

"Less time I'm using magic," he points out. No, don't ask him why he has trouble simply up and over a wall with it, then. "If I lose control, then we'll hit the ground easier." Or softer? Doubtful.

Tidus holds out a hand, twisting and turning it as he thinks, eyes closing. ...which lasts for only a second before he puts a hand to rub the side of his head.

"Uh, but let's walk a while. Just until my head stops feelin' fuzzy."