Albel presumed when the other man left that he was giving him privacy, and felt a bit of gratitude trickle into his heart.
A helping hand might have been more useful, but Albel probably would have refused it.
Within a few minutes, Albel had managed to arrange one of the circles like a skirt, though it hung quite low over his bony hips. A second he pulled over his head like a poncho. Though the fabric was far more thin than the thick wool one would wear in the cold and mountainous Airyglyph, at least it afforded him a bit of modesty without restricting his movements.
He turned around and strode back out of the building in search of Orha.