Sizhui waits patiently while Tidus takes whatever time he needs, his hands lacing together then disentangling some moments later. When the answer eventually comes... well, it isn't at all wrong, but it's understandable why Inigo might be uncomfortable; there's only so many ways one can explain cultivation without something coming up about the darker, demonic side of it.

“Yes... sort of. While we do fight the dead, we also fight other atrocities? Like demons, monsters, the undead, too. There are some who use demonic cultivation, which involves using them.” He won't go into a whole ton of detail since Tidus seems like he's set on believing it isn't the same thing and Sizhui's loath to argue the semantics.

Awkward for them, perhaps, though this is something he deals with all the time. It is good he can't see Inigo's face at the moment or else he'd feel terrible.

The touch on his shoulder catches his attention, has him lifting one hand to glide his fingertips over the braid across his crown, a soft gasp of astonishment following the gesture. “Oh! Wow, this is...” he lets the remark momentarily trail off, shifts to bring both his arms around and bows, a brilliant grin overtaking his features once he's straightened up. “Thank you, Inigo, it's amazing.” Even despite not being able to see the back all that well yet. Also: bless Tidus for already giving him one of their names, that way he just needs to ask him for his. “And you too, although I do not know your name.”