Maybe she really can, and she's lying to us. [Maybe she really can, and she doesn't know it herself. Gojyo's shirt is already ruined by the stab wound; Hakkai doesn't bother putting him through the pain of trying to shove it up over the bandages, and instead grabs the hem and rips it open up to mid-chest. The bandages underneath are wrapped around his torso, and blood stains them too. Hakkai brushes his fingertips lightly, thoughtfully, across the gauze.]

Or it's not just a matter of power to send people away or bring them back here. Stay there for a few minutes, Gojyo? I need to get my first-aid kit.

[For the scissors, mostly. He's planning just to heal the injury beneath.]