Acquiescence from Sanzo? Okay, things were really fucked up if that was the case. Kenren was actually starting to worry, really worry about him. Of course, the chances of getting Sanzo to actually explain what had happened to him were about as large as getting Tenpou to actually tidy up his office and throw away some of his junk. The sun rising in the west was much more likely.

He kept walking, keeping his pace as slow as he could without giving away the fact that he was walking slowly. He could hear Sanzo's breathing, harsher and more laboured than it should have been if he'd been in good health. He paused when they neared the end of the hallway, turning back to Sanzo slightly, although he kept most of his attention on the surroundings. "Where's your room?" he asked. That would be a better place to go he thought. He liked his skin in tact too much to suggest taking the priest to the clinic, and it was pretty sadistic to inflict Sanzo on the poor healers at the clinic anyway.