The two bodies smash into one another, no amount of holes about to make an otherwise mostly-intact person that less heavy of a lump to receive. Tidus sees the two fall, but the confusion in him, the squirm in the pit of his stomach and the back of his throat-

"M'fine." It's a delayed reply, difficult. He knows he should get up, but there's a bigger part of him that wants to stay planted to the ground. The bodies twitch, show some signs of movement, but their capability to get up isn't that fast. But, ugh - is that a plant rising up? Is something growing from them?!

Tidus is trying, slow to get back up - and he won't deny some help, his skin pale.