When he sees Sagramore enter the hall Shen Yuan quickly covers the canvas he'd been working on with a cloth, as naturally as he can. He sets it aside--thankfully it wasn't wet, he'd been staring at it too long-and sets up the painting of Galahad instead. He's working on the hands--something about the contrast of them, the scarred flesh vs the unscarred, just still isn't right.

"Bro," he greets him with a smile, and stands to give him a quick hug. There's something odd about it--about when he pulls back, a dodge he doesn't have to do, an unconscious motion he doesn't have to take--and he realizes it's because for once Sagramore isn't holding something to drink, neither booze nor his thick, dark coffee. "How are you?"