Tidus will take the hand, lifting back up onto his feet easier with the magical healing seeping into his skin and muscle, stitching it back together. There's a tingling and warmth before any itchy pain, and he even gives the front of his foot a kick against the ground to test it.

But nope, good as new.

"I let you heal me, didn't I?" Tidus retorts. "You could have gone first without me, but you just love to fuss. Listen to you now!"

It's a fondly returned sassing, and in Tidus's opinion, true and correct. Roland was being typical Roland here with his assessments, and he gestures out to the way he'd suggested before.

"Now can we run into danger?"