There are differences in him. Noticeable ones, especially as he speaks of the Nein, even if it is only superficially. A softness in his expression and voice that comes more easily than it had in the past, if it had shown at all. They reach the steps of the row home he had established, and Essek ushers Verin inside, leading him quickly to the room that has been his for several months, now. It is considerably less extravagant than his towers, with few real personal items in it other than the desk strewn with notes and books and a few jars of various components. A not unfamiliar sight, perhaps.

The bed is draped with dark curtains and neatly made. He offers Verin one of the chairs at the desk, and goes to rummage through a small wardrobe in the corner for some appropriate clothing. Essek returns with some suitable items that may fit, even if they're a little...flashy, and sets them on an empty spot on the desk.

He pauses at the question, however, fully considering it a moment.

"I am...all right. Even though there are...challenges here, with the expectations and limitations set by this place, it is also absent of those I have long felt trapped by at home."

Essek sits, floating himself onto the bed by second nature. "I am not the same person I was, Verin." In so, so many ways he could maybe never fully articulate. "But I think that perhaps...you will find that agreeable."