[ Now reformed, Gibbers hops and skips back to them, sliding as well on the wet residue left behind in its ride. While Tidus's cool is being teste by that hand that comes to rest reassuringly, confidently on his shoulder; the point that Roland is trying to make secondary to the stir of emotions that rise up onto his face. As a frown, wobbly as it is.

But then Roland speaks a language he can understand, moving out his dominant right hand, his brotherhood blade being brought out, bubbling inside and out. ]

I can use it with physical moves. My blade's all water! [ Yeah!! Please don't mind how twitchy Tidus suddenly is, like he needs to move a lot!! ] I can show you right now, in a fight! What do you say? Wanna take me on!?

[ YEAH YEAH LET'S GO! Gibbers is squeaking in approval, coming up on the pair --

and when he gets close enough, he'll jump into the blade, more the azure of its blue that much more so. ]