[She wastes no time in going to Sanzo's side, setting her staff aside. Kikka will just have to wait.
There's a moment of hesitation, only briefly, before she reaches up and undoes the clasps on her sleeves. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all, but there's nothing wrong with her hands that would require covering them up. But the silk sleeves are set aside with Kikka, and she reaches out to grab Sanzo.]
Hey, hey, you didn't even say goodbye! Your manners are terrible. [She laughs and forces a smile, her voice light and cheery as ever despite the strain of the whole situation. Her hands grip his shoulder, carefully, but firmly, forcing him over on his back.] I have a lot to scold you for, so you're not allowed to do something stupid like die right now, okay?
[Her clothes are going to have to be burned after this, she thinks regretfully, with all the blood staining them and she presses her hands against his wounds. There's a green glow before slowly the wounds will start stitching themselves up and with that the pain begins to go away too.
And right onto Sanzang. She feels a little like she's dying, and there's a newfound respect for the fact Sanzo had forced himself to try and move despite all that. But she holds firm, sparing a glance towards Hakkai and Gojyo.]
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[She wastes no time in going to Sanzo's side, setting her staff aside. Kikka will just have to wait.
There's a moment of hesitation, only briefly, before she reaches up and undoes the clasps on her sleeves. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all, but there's nothing wrong with her hands that would require covering them up. But the silk sleeves are set aside with Kikka, and she reaches out to grab Sanzo.]
Hey, hey, you didn't even say goodbye! Your manners are terrible. [She laughs and forces a smile, her voice light and cheery as ever despite the strain of the whole situation. Her hands grip his shoulder, carefully, but firmly, forcing him over on his back.] I have a lot to scold you for, so you're not allowed to do something stupid like die right now, okay?
[Her clothes are going to have to be burned after this, she thinks regretfully, with all the blood staining them and she presses her hands against his wounds. There's a green glow before slowly the wounds will start stitching themselves up and with that the pain begins to go away too.
And right onto Sanzang. She feels a little like she's dying, and there's a newfound respect for the fact Sanzo had forced himself to try and move despite all that. But she holds firm, sparing a glance towards Hakkai and Gojyo.]
Hakkai. How's Gojyo? [Besides "bad"]