Esteban was ready for this. He'd yanked at them hard enough, he'd been ready to receive them, them both in his arms, but even he gets surprised at the strength of the pull, the way Tidus is essentially catapulted at him. But he catches him, arms coming around to hold him steady, even as the force makes him stumble and fall, wings ripping through the inefficient shirt. They flare behind his back and twist to absorb the impact, wrapping around Tidus before he can think any better of it.

There's a feeling; a flicker-- safe, warm, back-- that barely manages to tamper the raw horror that Tidus' words sparked again, heart catching in his throat, before swooping back down.

"We got him," he denies quickly, letting a tired smile replace the crestfallen look of a split second. "C'mon, he's already inside!"

Untangling them both from wings and arms and limbs is a matter of seconds-- Esteban has clearly had a lot of practice with it-- and his hand comes to pull the blond up to his feet in a flash.

He's thankful the others are busy with their own anchoring, few of them looking their way as Esteban stumble-drags Tidus along, eager, restless and with a single aim-- they'd worked so hard for this; they needed to see Inigo, see him safe and sound and with them, see that they had managed, concretely managed something before tossing themselves back into the wolves' den. Just a few minutes. They could have that much, couldn't they?

He glances carelessly down into storage, looking for the tell-tale blue of his hair, searching for any sign of him amidst the narrow walkways, with the tied up suitcases and bags they had needed to move out of the way.