"Shit, don't move," Kenren protested when Sanzo rolled onto his side. What the fuck was he trying to do? Make it worse? It meant that Kenren could get a better look at the extent of the damage though, but after a moment he kinda' wished that he couldn't. A few strips of cloth was not going to make this any better. A whole infirmary probably wouldn't make this better and even a healer would be pretty hard pressed assuming that Kenren could just nip outside, grab one and drag them in her right this second. Maybe day would come. For the first time since coming here, he really really hoped that day would come.

He started when Sanzo grabbed his wrist, although the grip was weaker than Kenren had ever thought it would be. Fuck. "Fuck that," he snapped. "You have things to do you crappy monk. You think Gyumaoh is just gonna' kill himself?"