Grabbing is okay. Grabbing he can do. He grapples the child, even if they squiggle like an eel, trying to hit him, but somewhere between Esteban's hands and wings, it gets very hard very fast for them to squirm out. He tries his best not to harm them as he shoves the tiny form at Tidus, trusting the swordman to manage the same spell again, and hoping it's the only thing that needs to be done right now, immediately.

His heart is still thundering in his throat, but he manages to glance over his companion-- standing, though that doesn't mean much, and managing a spell. He hopes there isn't a sign of concussion, and that whatever potion Tidus downed at least helped with that. He hopes it helped with that.

"You okay?" he asks again, throat rasping lightly against the not-yet-there bruises. He's visibly worried, even if he doesn't really have the time to check his companion over as he might like, keeping his eyes moving around to find any other threat coming for them.