[ Tidus doesn't fight back as Roland pulls him in. He's not even aware of what's going on at first when it happens, mind becoming a scrambled mess of trying to guess, to be alert. An attack? Did someone come? But then there's the rambling of a man not entirely there, too close to his ears to be ignored, though the press of his face into Roland's clothes stifles some of the sound. ]

Roland...?

[ He can't help his own questioning fear, confusion. But as he doesn't move out of that hold, Tidus realises he feels something wet against his cheek. Reminded of a colour of red he thought he saw before the pull, he peels himself away, no matter the man's grip. Asking, trying to get through to him as he does- ] Roland, what happened? No one followed us, we ain't seen nobody. We heard-- are you bleeding?

[ The realisation kicks in, as he turns his eyes from Roland, to a growing stain nearly ignored. Tidus touches his cheek, dragging it down as the colour smears his fingers, his skin.

How much blood--? ]

--You're fine. [ He says it on automatic, hands coming out, and his mind is slow with the exhaustion and jumble of emotions swirling around his head, but the soft white glow comes. Hands resting on his shoulder gently, but bringing the magic as close as it can without a firmer grip.

Tidus looks to Inigo, a frown, waiting for any kind of sense to show itself. ]