"Stop. Stop," Soldat snaps, in the middle of that, somewhere between exasperated and alarmed. "Sit your ass down." Sanzo has done more than enough, and they'll feel like a jerk, anyway, if he passes out doing too much. Soldat died and came back refreshed-- if, apparently, grumpy today-- they've got energy for this. Even if this is the most stupid mess they think they've ever seen, and they've seen spirits running through town and smashing all their porcelain plates and cups because of "tradition". "Cleaning can wait until you don't look like you're going to pass out. And it can happen without magic. Okay?"