It's shameful in a sense to be caught like this, though it's nothing he can hide. But Tidus swallows it, pushes it down as he can, the tight pull of his mouth not quite a smile, but an attempt. Looking at Soldat with it, then back away.

"Thanks, yeah, sorry -" Usually, it's the magic that makes him light-headed, but this is a kind he isn't sure how to deal with. "I thought half the stuff I saw back in Spira was bad."

He looks back up, steeling his nerves as he attempts that smile again. "Wouldn't mind the stone stuff instead."

Soldat's rock golems, whatever they were.