"Get back." The icy response came from above, directed at the women. Albel stood with katana drawn, glaring down at Cloud.

The tip of the blade was mere inches from the boy's throat.

"Don't heal him, fool!" Albel growled, suspicious red eyes never leaving Cloud. Accusing. "He was with them. We cannot trust him."

His eyes narrowed and he offered only one warning. "You move, you die. Understand, maggot?"