Kytin watched her disappear, and then entered his room. He looked around at the quaint settings before approaching the table. Laying a hand on it, the table shuddered and shifted into a much finer version of itself. He did the same with the chairs, bed, and all other pieces of furniture.
After he was satisfied, he took off his robes and armor, and set his sword down. He wasn't going to lie, he was tired of slogging through the tundra, and he simply went to bed, falling asleep easily. Now that he wasn't conscious, his form shifted wildly in his sleep as his mind continued to work. From other human forms to indescribable things that couldn't even be considered humanoid, he remained in this state of flux as he slept.