Albel ignored the chatter - he had to assume Lavi was talking to himself, because no one could be stupid enough to think Albel could just magically understand all of that stuff. He sighed faintly as he led the redhead on.
A part of him wondered why he bothered, but Fayt's voice merely whispered back that he needed allies desperately. Now he'd pissed off Gerald, and Albel wasn't good at making friends at the best of times. He found himself hoping that Lavi was a bit more like Fayt than the other people he'd met so far.
Finally he reached the neighbourhood where Orha had taken him before, and he entered the building. The cylinder was still standing open, fabric piled up inside. He gestured. "Here you go," he said. And then, slowly and clearly, "Clothes."