They might be magical flames, but magical or otherwise, there's still a stinging to Tidus's skin, a pain that's fortunately numbing - for now - for the adrenaline sparked by everything else going on around him. There's the dragging he now has to worry about, fingers digging, scraping for any grip or refuge, but doing nothing but chipping his nails--

--except the grip around his wrist. Tidus doesn't see anything, doesn't know if it's friend or foe, except for the yank around his midsection of the lower root attempting to continue to take him away. A small struggle that Tidus can't even take a decent part in, but that doesn't last for long. Tidus doesn't know immediately, not looking up; he just pulls with his other free hand, arm, trying to pull himself away.

Except when - there's no resistance. He manages to raise his upper torso before he dares to pause enough to look ahead, and sees Taiki there holding onto him. The sight's perplexing, but he's not ready to believe it over, to get distracted just yet; flipping, still with his wrist in a way where Taiki can hold it but now on his back, to see if he needs to be ready with a spell.

But nothing's there. The vines, roots, whatever they are, dissipate into nothing as the spread of the equaliser's effect showers out. Not enough to get rid of them completely, but refusing any to exist within the sphere of the camp.