Koumyou lifts a bit of his flowing white sleeve that has survived all the bloodshed and wipes his own face clean with it.

"Not a drop," he assures Devero with the same gentle cheer he might discuss eating ice cream for breakfast.

To his son, he shouts back, "You're the young punk who had to be saved by an old man!"

Sanzo's response is an expected, "Hn!" as though offended, but that little smile-smirk is back, under the blood.

On a more serious note, Koumyou adds for Devero, "I felt the Maten go off."