As he followed his host into the bedroom, Autharyx was aware that some awkwardness had returned, even though he didn't know where it stemmed from. To be safe, he just nodded at Viltez' comments as he explained the conditions for his stay. If he had any doubts whether Autharyx would comply with his terms, he would do what he could to dispel them.

"I will leave the clothes outside," he said, smiling slightly to show his willingness to cooperate. "A good night to you as well." When the other had left the room, Autharyx finally took the time to take a look around. It was much like he'd expected: small and modest as the rest of the house seemed to be, with nary a trophy in sight. Of course he [i]could[/i] snoop around a little in the chest and shelves, but that would be the height of discourtesy. The half-breed had done nothing to warrant a display of disrespect from his side, so he just focused on getting ready for the night.

He peeled off his clothes slowly, mindful of the fastenings as he fiddled with them. His clothes might not be as good as he would have liked them to be, but they were all he had until he had an opportunity to get better ones. Using the clothes on the shelves for an example, he even managed to gather them into a sort of tidy pile before leaving them in front of the door. He could hear Viltez getting ready for sleep in the living room, so he closed the door again to do the same. After some deliberation he decided to take out the beads and stoned he'd woven into his hair, storing his treasured in the same bag that kept his comb before twisting his hair into a loose braid again. 

If he'd ever bothered to think about sleep before, it had been as something that mortals just 'did', much in the same way as he would rest when he was in his true form. Just having a mortal body, however, did not seem to be sufficient to master the activity. He'd started out in the tunic Viltez had left him, but it had ended up beside the bed when it kept twisting around him as he tossed and turned in the bed. After deciding that he was going to sleep, he'd spent what felt like an unreasonable long time being very much awake, flickers of thought skimming across his consciousness like shiny mayflies- enough to catch the attention, but otherwise unsubstantial. He was also getting increasingly aware of every point of contact between him and the blankets across him, but when he kicked them down the air chilled his skin until he had to pull them up again. It was only when he'd resigned himself to a life without sleep, that he closed and opened his eyes to find the sky outside lighting up. 

He blinked awake slowly, disorientated by the feeling of lost time, but he had to admit he did feel better, if a little groggy. The room had warmed up, so he pushed the blankets aside so he could stretch out in the sunlight for a bit. The bed was a bit of a mess from all his tossing and turning, and he straightened it best he could before picking the tunic from the floor and pulling it over his head. His braid was starting to get a bit loose, but as long as he was still chasing the sleepiness from his braid he couldn't really bring himself to care. Even so, now that he was awake he didn't feel like keeping still, so he opened the door to see whether Viltez was awake yet.