Rihyan's sleep is restless though deep, and if anyone checked on him, he's found in a variety of positions on his bed over the night, somehow his wings never seem to get tangled up as he tosses and turns. He has never experienced, or even come close to experiencing, the fate he has dealt to so many though, so the nightmares have little to really fix themselves on, instead latching on to the feeling he has of not belonging anywhere.<br/><br/>Over the night, his full stomach rapidly disappears, and by morning there is no evidence left of the beings that met his stomach the night before. Waking and feeling only a little unrested, a short call of nature reveals his body has left surprising little of them as waste. He follows that with a quicker bath than the night before, before seeking out the others, grabbing a box from his pack as he settles near Aurilia, nodding a greeting to each of the others.<br/><br/>Turning a little from the others, though he's paying attention to them with his ears, he gets something from the box that looks almost exactly like a currying brush that a groom would use on a horse. The truth is of course, that is almost exactly what it is, and Rihyan starts to use it for much the same purpose, working on his coat, brushing himself down.