Not knowing how the man had lost his arm - and, truthfully, not really caring - the fact that it wasn't there likewise mattered little to Orha. It was merely a physical liability to be noted before he moved on. When Albel spoke, he tried to listen carefully to the enunciation and cadence of the words. If it were truly the language of humans - of Efferia - that this one spoke, then there was reason that there might be something familiar, however buried in dialect.
But there was still nothing.
Orha shook his head. The human could've easily been asking why he was here, or the name of the city, as comment on the weather. He had little incentive to learn another human tongue out of sheer survival and, well .. things did not seem quite that dire, yet. He tossed his arm to the side, his familiar casting off with a great beat of its wings. He started to walk.