It's more than Esteban's belief that's carrying Tidus - it's his hold on him, swapped from wings to a hand, bringing him onto his feet, the gesture of sudden wings around him not even registering to Tidus. Not right now.

Just the need to go, get going, to see the friend they've been waiting to come back for days. Tidus nearly stumbles when on his feet and moving, led along by Esteban, but some sense of where they're going coming from a familiarity of his surroundings.

"Inigo!" He lets his voice echo into the carriage, at least the light of the room giving them visibility. Was he in here? He had to be in here.