There are other occasions where Inigo definitely would have reacted much more dramatic to Tidus's remark about Esteban's shirt-ripping habit. But right now he's way too tired to really think about it too hard. It's hard to do anything but to basically lie there between both of them, all energy completely having left his body. Going to bed sounds kind of nice, he thinks.

(Maybe later on he will fuss over having to help people, but right now-- right now his brain can't think of anything other than sleeping.)

"I can try to help mend them.." He mumbles instead, just going right along with it. Without complaint, without fluster. A sleepy Inigo is apparently a very docile Inigo.

Especially in comparison with the higgledies, who seem as lively as ever. Hopping on Esteban's hands, and then starting to use the boy like their own personal piece of playground equipment as they start to climb all over him.

Inigo breathes in, then out. ".. Are we going to move?"

It feels like people are moving.

Whether Inigo can find the energy to actually move himself though.. Well, that's a different matter entirely. He's not so sure.