[ Perhaps it's subtle, but this Jiang Cheng is a softer thing, malleable and mutable like clay not yet fired in the kiln. He smiles readily, eyes downcast, fluster as easily read on his face as the righteous fury that will become his mainstay in years to come.

The formal greeting causes him a brief start, having forgotten the fact of it in the relief of their reunion. He colors slightly at that, wondering what she knows of him, what she's heard, if the gossip is kind or damning of his young, inexperienced rule. He knows public assessment of him has been generous so far in consideration of the tragedy of Lotus Pier, but that won't last forever. Nothing ever does. ]

As well as can be in a place like this. [ He gives a gesture at the general bustle and... chaos of the place, so different from the chaos home but perhaps equal in measure. ] I've been here a month now, give or take. I feel like I'm finally adjusting, but it can take some time. Did you only just arrive...?