"I can't carry y' both. I saw him, but it'll just be a sec--" here, he helps his friend down, surprisingly delicate as he nudges and prods Tidus to sit in the corner, as comfortably as possible. He glances at him one more time, but the idea to stop by long enough to ask if he's okay is quickly discarded-- it's going to be useless anyways.
Three strides have Esteban loping back towards the suitcases again, the mass of them shifted just a bit-- warily, watchful-- so that none of them tumble down, and Esteban reaches down to Inigo's shoulder, shaking him ever so lightly.
"Inigo?" A brief check, hand hovering in front of his mouth, then tickling at his neck; but there's a breath, and a pulse, so he should be fine, and Esteban breathes a sigh of relief. He's careful as he gathers his friend up in his arms, finding him more boneless than even Tidus, and with a bit of shifting and shuffling, he manages to pull him up entirely, gently cradled in his arms for the few steps that bring him back to the blond.
"I gotcha," he reassures, even though he's not entirely sure Inigo might be hearing him as he loops along the few strides back.
"Here we go! Scoot over, Sunshine!" 'Dians, he's so relieved, reaching out to the blond to help him find a spot to settle their friend in. Esteban is personally voting for something akin to 'squished sitting', so he's keeping close, but Inigo and Tidus' comfort comes first and foremost, especially since they seem twice as dead on their feet as Esteban himself is.
Emotionally, he's not the best, and could use a hug (or grab one, to be fair), but physically, the lack of void travelling seems to have been much kinder on him than his two companions, having enough wind in his wings to keep going for a little longer, if there is a need. He'd rather not. He'd rather sit down with them, keep a watchful eye over them both as they recover. But he could if there's a need.
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Three strides have Esteban loping back towards the suitcases again, the mass of them shifted just a bit-- warily, watchful-- so that none of them tumble down, and Esteban reaches down to Inigo's shoulder, shaking him ever so lightly.
"Inigo?" A brief check, hand hovering in front of his mouth, then tickling at his neck; but there's a breath, and a pulse, so he should be fine, and Esteban breathes a sigh of relief. He's careful as he gathers his friend up in his arms, finding him more boneless than even Tidus, and with a bit of shifting and shuffling, he manages to pull him up entirely, gently cradled in his arms for the few steps that bring him back to the blond.
"I gotcha," he reassures, even though he's not entirely sure Inigo might be hearing him as he loops along the few strides back.
"Here we go! Scoot over, Sunshine!" 'Dians, he's so relieved, reaching out to the blond to help him find a spot to settle their friend in. Esteban is personally voting for something akin to 'squished sitting', so he's keeping close, but Inigo and Tidus' comfort comes first and foremost, especially since they seem twice as dead on their feet as Esteban himself is.
Emotionally, he's not the best, and could use a hug (or grab one, to be fair), but physically, the lack of void travelling seems to have been much kinder on him than his two companions, having enough wind in his wings to keep going for a little longer, if there is a need. He'd rather not. He'd rather sit down with them, keep a watchful eye over them both as they recover. But he could if there's a need.