There's a dusting of concern and relief, flowing through Tidus, the former at the curse and the latter at the removal of it. Esteban's curiosity has never felt so intense, hidden behind a veneer of civility, or at least an attempt at it, and Tidus may have caused the half-elf to add a note to his note to get to talk to Zel-- (and he does so love names that are easy to nickname) for the fun of it too.

And then there's a pull, a gentle tug-- lesson learned, no more yanking recklessly-- and a path that forms back; foggy and distant, but present. The memories Esteban shares with the blond have taken the shape of lampposts, if only looking a little quirky-- but they light the fog at regular intervals.