He had left the room to go gather food so he might cook and take care of himself when he saw Feyre there several doors down. Andras exited enough to let the door quietly shut but he took no step further, arms crossing over his chest and shoulder purchasing against the wall. A smile slid across his lips as he watched her paint, not sure of the location and if she made it up or had seen it in her past. Regardless it was a delightful start and he stood there several minutes before moving closer.
His things had arrived in his room and though it wasn't much it was a comfort of home. Most importantly, Andras was glad for his clothing. In his collection he only had a few outfits but they suited all occasions from casual days out to galas and formal events. Today he wore a long, thin cotton tunic in sage green with navy blue thread and trim, unbound buttons at a v-neck collar cinched with a navy blue sash with tails hanging off to the side all over a pair of charcoal grey riding pants tucked into tall black boots. The shirt seemed particularly fine of make despite being for leisure, light weight and fluid with his motions.
From a pocket he produced a small, white kerchief and dangled it before Feyre whenever she next drew brush away from her work to reload the color. He didn't want to make her smuge, after all. "You've got a little something on your cheek."