[Don't mind this snicker. Look, he was a shinki too, Yata: he likes the morbid jokes.]

Oh yes, weeks. Return, Hoshiimamai. [The sword in his hand wisps into mist, the red character for Selfishness gleaming in the mist for a moment before it re-forms into a tall, blond man with sharp teeth and long, elfin ears. Hakkai nods politely to him and heads for Yata, casting a practiced eye over his injuries.]

A bath and a good night's sleep should take care of most of that, but if there's anything worse than it looks, I have some healing powers.

[And he did leave Yata to fight the thing for several minutes while he collected Asshole. He feels a certain sense of responsibility.]