Soldat claps their hand to Tidus's wrist, aiming to help haul him to his feet, giving him a once-over as they do to make sure he's not bleeding or showing any obvious broken bones. "You're okay," they say, as firmly and reassuringly as they can, which is, frankly, not that reassuring. Soldat only has decent control over their own tone about 70% of the time.

But Tidus does look whole, at least. They have a couple seconds before the former soldiers untangle themselves. "Do you need to go back to camp. I can cover you, if you need to go."