"I'm sure it'll be fine. If I don't want to be found, I won't be, I don't care how smart he is."

It didn't matter what Sanzo said, the priest was excellent at deflecting attention off of him. Either with the illness, with his own solitude, or simply because he was just unpleasant.

No one really expected too much from the tiny, sickly man.

"If he does open his trap about the feather later, tell me what he makes of it."