He hadn't confined himself to cleaning and organizing just one room though, and honestly? It had been relaxing--the manual labor that was also not mentally taxing. A bucket in one hand, dirty rag in the other and cleaner one around his neck, and he looks up in her direction. Getting to his feet from where he'd been dusting as she approaches.

"...hi." Hands at his side, he bowed--very like they did in Japan actually, and after gave a hint of a smile. "I'm better." He really did feel better, not minding the exertions. "I needed something that was kind of mindless but physically active to do, y'know?"