Albel had yanked his blade out and was about to chop down again when Vincent's shot whizzed by him and sank deep into the plant. The mandragora stopped moving.

"That was a close one," Albel murmured, glancing at Vincent. Still, it hadn't hit him... and he had done something similar to Fayt before. He supposed he trusted the other man not to actually shoot him.

He stiffened, though, as the sudden warmth washed over him. He hadn't asked for any healing! Didn't need... ! But the ringing in his ears was dissipating. And he was able to hear better now. "... Thanks," he offered Terra after a begrudging hesitation.