"Unharmed." His voice is tighter than it should be, but it isn't a lie. The beast may have gotten his clothes, but he himself is fine. For a second, he allows himself the solidity of feeling Wei Ying at his back, and then he lunges forward, Bichen stabbing straight through the nearest heartless. He sweeps back with the blade, the creature splintering into fragments and disappearing into smoke, but it isn't alone.

One lungs right for Wei Ying at the same time one lungs for him, and he takes the greater of two evils - piercing through Wei Ying's assailant as the other catches claws in fabric and rips his robs right down off his left shoulder. He whirls around to bring it its death, but not fast enough to save his robes.

He'll care later.

Battle, now.

He doesn't even think about how his scars are now visible to the world.