He didn't flinch. Must be due to the pain. Fishing around in a pocket just turned up a rosary, something tactile to roll around in his fingers to ignore the pain radiating in his chest.

"... I've seen that bird before." He's heard that bird before.

There's no alarm, but... curiosity, looking from Sanzo, to the little fluffy beast, and back again.

"... Well.

Convenient."