When Kira awoke, Dick wasn't there, but his walking stick was laying on top of the fur he had slept on the night before, perhaps as a symbol of 'I'll be back, so don't get your knickers in a twist.' In any case, he left the door just shy of being completely closed, so a sliver of dim orange sunlight pierced through the opening. 

Dick would return in a bit less than half an hour from when he left, covered up to the knees and elbows in a thin layer of black mud, carrying an arm load of miscellaneous herbs, nuts and fruit looking things that seemed to blur together.

"I didn't want to look through your stuff, so I went out to find some breakfast." Dick said, an ear-to-ear grin on his face.