Hibber-Gibbers hops and yips on Roland's palm, and Tidus watches the pair with a fond eye; a gaze that draws up to Roland's face, familiar and -- looking well, the same, nothing different from the usual. A thing absent and its absence felt.

His lips twitch to the joke in the smile, but otherwise-

"Me? Fine! You missed me smelling like fish guts for days." Or a day really - he couldn't exactly go and start prepping for vegans if he really was smelling of fish - but, it's what it feels like. "Inigo tell you 'bout the stop? We got a bunch of fish - still some around. If you wanna experience the fun yourself."

He ends it like a threat, playful all the way. But the seconds that follow after it give way to his own worries, feelings; the pull of his brow knotting in concern.

"What about you anyway? You feel okay?"

It's never a problem for the people who come back after disappearing, but still.