[ Seeing Tidus arrive, being there in the flesh, is such a relief. Even though Inigo is worried at the same time about the other's exhausted state - he really must have ran all the way over. But who could blame Tidus for that under the current circumstances, when they have absolutely no idea what's going on other than Roland not picking up any calls, completely uncharacteristically?

Inigo shakes his head. He holds out his arm, showing that his SCA is now - once more, considering he's made plenty of calls in the time it took for Tidus to get there - still attempting to contact Roland to no avail. ]

Still nothing.

[ The words are soft, barely there, though at least Inigo's gaze is directed up at Tidus. His eyes are clouded with worry. ]

Roland would never not notice it for this long. Especially since he was so paranoid about something potentially happening, and-- [ Inigo sucks in a breath, trying to think of the state of the guy in front of him, reaching out a hand that doesn't quite reach Tidus, yet still wants to tug on him. ] Sit down.

[ Because Tidus really does need to catch his breath.

(And Inigo-- Inigo doesn't want to be alone right now. Or devoid of human company, even with Jumblie here. Please.) ]