The door seemed to respond more readily to Albel's presence then it had originally. It opened immediately upon his approach, though there was still a certain hesitance as it reached the halfway point, as if it still wanted to stick.
Albel headed inside and glanced around automatically for any signs that anything had changed since he'd left that morning. No signs of intrusion presented itself and he dropped his stick before turning to Orha. "You hungry?" he asked, making a gesture towards his mouth and then rubbing his stomach.
He had eaten already, but this was one thing he could do, at least. Orha had gotten him clothes. If he hadn't found food yet, it was at least something Albel could do to discharge his debt.