Sanzo bared bloodied teeth at Amberdrake, healed enough to be even more of a pissant about all of this. It was bad enough that both his arms were so injured without this nosy shit pointing it out. And that tone?! There were very few allowed to talk to him like that and, even to them, he’d be pissed.

“Not your-” It had to be so hard to talk to top this all off. “-fucking business.” And as far as Sanzo was concerned, it wasn’t. He didn’t ask for this man’s help. He especially didn’t ask him to start questioning his injuries! Or anything about him for that matter!