Houmei doesn't even bat an eye at the idea of someone being owned, when he first hears it come out of Yondu's mouth. Isn't that sort of his situation with the temple? He owed them for keeping him alive as an infant, if nothing else.

And he's still not sure he wasn't simply given to... this train, to get him off their hands. This train, or maybe the big guy in the room he'd woken up in, who knew his name before he'd ever said it. Who knew the Sanzo priest who'd been here before him.

"Wh... what sort of errands?"