His face is a little flushed, from the heat of the domain's sun, from the kisses and emotions that linger on his skin, the wet speckles around his lips. Tidus rolls in his lips, is heart jittery for a lot of reasons. Nerves, mostly, and he can blame them on Inigo.

There's nothing more that he wants in this moment than for Inigo to know he's okay.

But he does seem to be listening, by the request that struggles to come out from his mouth. Tidus hums first, follows it with a, "We can," soft in its reassurance; before he brain actually properly thinks of where, but.

"We can go back to the train for a while - grab some supplies? Get a shower? Ask what the camps need and take them back out. We don't have to rush - just some hours away from here. We can cook some of those meals I forgot to make. They'll be good for later."

Activities to keep them busy, but away from here. His hands still resting on Inigo, though his face pulling back to give them both room.