Tidus scoffs lightly, but for what may seem dismissive as they come upon the upper landscape, the few scattered trees never too close together to obscure the view above, Tidus is thinking. Something's wrong with Inigo's belly, is there...

But also, he's thinking he doesn't want to go too deep into the skeletal woods, turning to look back at the view they've left: a weary city of high walls, the soft glow that barely escapes the top. Tidus drops the bag onto the ground, flopping onto the ground after it.

"I'll check if you want," he offers casually, hands behind him to give him a small lean, chin tilted up to look at Inigo. "Wanna?"

This can surely only be a very serious and sensible offer.