A little. I've had a couple of years to settle, though trying to reconcile that is still difficult at times. I know it was only a few days for everyone else. My memories are so very tangled sometimes.

[He holds his door open for Sorey. He doesn't take up much room despite having grown a few inches. But if Sorey came over for the Feast of Winter Veil, the new growth isn't a surprise.

He has a wooden breakfast table in the small floor space of his room, a recent addition or otherwise stored elsewhere. There is a full tea set resting on it as well as a plate of delicate vanilla meringues and berry scones. No magical flavor-changing today, but that's just as well. Meringues are finicky enough without bringing magic into it.]

Have a seat. [There's only two, you can't really pick wrong here.]