[ chang geng seems... rather at home, actually, and doesn't seem particularly concerned about leaving the door open to allow anyone to come and go if they'd like to visit.

he's puttering in the kitchen that's been made up for him, bringing some water to a boil to prepare tea. when he hears someone coming in, he offers a small smile, warm despite the fact he seems like he's been a little roughed up since the last time he was on the living side of the prism. ]

Please, Master Aymeric, feel free to come in. After all, this was the fruit of everyone's efforts, so it'd be best to enjoy it while we have it.

Some tea?