At least the conversation is going better than before, even though Guangyao doesn't feel like he can relax.

He bows his head at the praise, taking a seat opposite Xichen to pour the tea. He seems in a better mood too, Guangyao notices, though he can't be sure why or what's changed. Even before Guangyao had provoked him last Xichen had seemed tense enough to snap at a swift breeze.

Finished with the tea, he looks toward the paintings and then toward one of the windows. "...It's a sight that greets me every morning. It feels important to capture it as it is." He's deliberately trying to not be nasty and say that it's the only thing he can see around him at any point in time, or that he wants to capture it in case there comes a day it's decided he should never see it again.

"I'm not sure what else to paint yet."