Drake helps as much as he can, which isn't a whole hell of a lot. But it's at least better than dragging dead weight, because he is trying. And he's so screwed up that he's not even nervous about having his arm pressed down across the sutra. In fact, Amberdrake is barely even aware of it, except as one more detail that says that Sanzo is actually here.

In the face of that realization, the sutra could fire up -- as incredibly powerful magical artifacts are wont to do, in Drake's experience -- and take his arm off, and it still wouldn't diminish the relief he feels spreading through him right now.

"The amulet, when I broke it..." he murmurs, dizzy, "it didn't work. I carried it... I'm still carrying it." It's in his backpack, since his blood-drenched scrubs lack much in the way of pockets.

"How long have you been here?" he has to ask, because if Sanzo's been here the whole time he has been and they've just managed to not find one another, he may laugh. And it will definitely be hysterical.