“Well, for starters, the guy healing you," Amberdrake scoffed, not yet realizing that Sanzo didn't recognize him. He was far too busy trying to ensure he survived that long to be watching his face or analyzing his words much. Empathy was barely more than a dull trickle; not enough to clue him in while he was so distracted!

"So the ribs and left arm are from the fall," Drake continued, "what happened to your other arm? You can barely even hold the sutra in that hand." It was a little accusatory. Doze off for a second -- take your eyes off Sanzo for a second, and he'd go get himself hurt! He was worse than Amberdrake's toddler back on Velgarth, he swore, and they lived in homes dug into cliffs!