"Hang on--" The nickname gets Esteban's eyes to widen, startled at the sudden casual drop of it, wings entirely still even as the higgledies clamber all over with their tiny little arms. He has to snap himself out of the surprise-- really, he deserves that-- and grins at the blond even through a snicker.

"C'n you even walk, Sunshine?" he repeats, rolling his eyes a bit. "I c'ld try t' carry you both, but we're not gonna get far. B'sides. Y'should prob'bly rest for a few minutes yourself." And no, the hug doesn't count. The anchoring process definitely looks like it took a way stronger bite out of the roaming participant-- nevermind Inigo.

Despite his words, the half-elf does wait for Tidus to answer, willing to listen to him while the tip of his tail curls lightly from side to side like a cat's, always a tiny bit of motion in his limbs. He'd rather leave the two of them together, if he's honest. What he's seen-- what's been shared across them all is still a tangled net that Esteban can't quite make heads or tails off, but he's not sure leaving Inigo alone right now is the best idea.

Well, then again, that is definitely nosy-- those aren't his memories, and he shouldn't be digging deeper.

...

Okay, so, he shouldn't be digging deeper right now. Those are Inigo's, and if his friend allows it-- awake, aware and willing-- then he'll ask.