Albel shrugged and followed. He'd known even as he asked the question that Orha likely wouldn't have been able to answer it, even if he actually knew the answer. Maybe Orha was just wandering around, as Albel had been.
As they walked, a few questions occurred to Albel, but each time something came up he couldn't quite figure out how to make explicit gestures to convey his question. Especially since he was still carrying his weapon and therefore didn't have a hand free.
He had heard that those who were born without the ability of speech - usually because they also didn't have the gift of hearing - could learn a kind of hand language. He frowned as he tried to recall if he had ever seen anyone using them. Those who were born imperfect in Airyglyph were often left to die in the mountains, so there were few in his homeland, but he had travelled a lot.
Then it occurred to him that even if he could think of any symbols, Orha might not know them either.
He sighed. The eternal futility of this situation was starting to shift his emotional state from anger to depression. He remembered being in prison, alone, cold, and hated, unable even to move to relieve his pain.