@archaictold
This is a familiar place to be in the sense that this isn’t his first time experiencing it. But the ward he’s been led to is not the home he remembers from last time, though his belongings still remain.
But he can’t possibly stay here and be at peace with himself.
So he wanders toward familiar territory, passing time picking up groceries, enough for a meal that can be shared and some teas from a shop he’d frequented the last time he was in this place, intent on not showing up empty handed where he presumes Zhilan still lives.
On arrival, while carefully balancing the paper bags in his arms, he raps his knuckles against the door a few times and waits anxiously to see if anyone answers. He really hopes so, given his showing up unannounced.