Still formal and uptight, but a big captain style coat not quite fully buckled, strange swirling scars from the mindflayer battle, tools and navigation equipment in near holders on his belt. Not gaudy or flamboyant, just… a little bit rough, maybe with a tiny bit of swagger as he grows more confident in his place in the world again. Eyes brighter and a faint smile starting to become his default expression more than the blank one he formally wore. He lets the scars and scratches he gains stay, only buffing out the very minor or particularly damaging ones. No longer does he try to seem perfect and impenetrable. He lets the world wear on him, and he lets himself be as himself in all the vulnerable and slightly imperfect ways that manifests as.