He watches Xichen, quiet and-- not sullen, exactly, but it wouldn't be far to assume that Guangyao was pouting about this all.

The place is still neat and spotless, one side of the room set up for use as an area for him to paint. Otherwise there's nothing to suggest someone else has been living there.

"I have," he answers simply, looking meaningfully toward the paintings. His voice sounds a little scratchy--when does he had time to really use it here?--but otherwise he seems fine. He moves to start doing the tea for them, watching Xichen with a slight wariness.