Tidus downs the small bottle of green liquid, acting instinctively before anything else. He's done this plenty of times before: get hurt, take medicine, and don't think about the wounds inflicted or how severe they could've been and just move.
Move is what he's doing now, the rush of the medicine coursing through his body, kneeling with some height, ready to stand in a second, but first turning himself to see into the open gap of the tent. --To see the man knocked onto his back near him, Esteban shrouding the threshold between spaces.
The bottle disappears from his hand, a golden outline of where it was left to dissipate as Tidus clenches that fist and to bring it inward. He knows this spell well enough, doesn't need more than a few more seconds for the luminous spheres to gather where he summons them, need them to hold. He scrambles onto his feet with an uneasy stagger, and brings his hand down over the section of the guy's face he can touch.
They startle, readying to thrash, but the orbs disappear into him and make him still. Tidus raises to his feet proper, eyes on Esteban and his shifted form, but for the crease of his brow, he says nothing but a breathy, "Just grab them! It's sleep magic!"
He has a few more words in him, better to explain as he makes a fist with his hand attack, but he's looking to get the job done than to take a breather.
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Move is what he's doing now, the rush of the medicine coursing through his body, kneeling with some height, ready to stand in a second, but first turning himself to see into the open gap of the tent. --To see the man knocked onto his back near him, Esteban shrouding the threshold between spaces.
The bottle disappears from his hand, a golden outline of where it was left to dissipate as Tidus clenches that fist and to bring it inward. He knows this spell well enough, doesn't need more than a few more seconds for the luminous spheres to gather where he summons them, need them to hold. He scrambles onto his feet with an uneasy stagger, and brings his hand down over the section of the guy's face he can touch.
They startle, readying to thrash, but the orbs disappear into him and make him still. Tidus raises to his feet proper, eyes on Esteban and his shifted form, but for the crease of his brow, he says nothing but a breathy, "Just grab them! It's sleep magic!"
He has a few more words in him, better to explain as he makes a fist with his hand attack, but he's looking to get the job done than to take a breather.