Amberdrake sighed into his thermos, not bothering to hide the reaction. He lowered it and capped it; tucked it back away again, and rolled up his tools to tuck away as well. "Your personalities are so alike, it's like being in an echo chamber," he informed both of the cranky, gun-toting priests.

He didn't mind Sanzo sitting up; would have helped him, had they not had an audience.

Drake got up and approached Cassian, next, his vivid blue eyes still unfocused in that weird way that said he wasn't seeing the surface of much of anything. They focused just long enough for him to assess the other priest's clothing, and then he was reaching to hike the bottom of Cassian's shirt up just enough to reach his ribs with one hand. "This isn't entirely from the Sutra," he noted. What the hell had these two idiots done?

If the Gift was interesting to watch, now Cassian got to experience it himself. It was like the tingle of walking under powerful electrical lines, only it spread out from Drake's fingertips and sank in as he took a closer 'look' at the damage. Not painful, but certainly noticeable to anyone with a lick of magical senses.