The smile falls off Viltez' face as soon as he opens the door, but the beast-man starts pulling in him right away, so it's probably not a bad thing. Autharyx lets himself be drawn in easily, leaning in just a bit more before he catches himself. Is it a normal impulse for humans to want to press in close and breathe in each other's scent? He hasn't seen it happen before, so best not to chance it. In stead he lets Viltez lead him into the next room, hands and tail all very welcome points of contact, grounding him further into this moment, this body. 

He wants to melt into the attention, to let go of the coil of worry that has been building for the entire trip back, but he doesn't quite dare. He's more shaken by this all than he's willing to admit, and the last thing he wants to do is to alert Viltez to that fact.

"It's okay," he brings out, smoothing his face out a little before attempting a smile. "It's nothing really, I just..." he breaks off for a small moment, gathering his thoughts. He can't very well say that he almost let himself flow out of human consciousness and into the forest around him. What did human hunters usually have to deal with?

"I had to take a small detour around a bear, and the slope was steeper than I had imagined. It took some time to find the way back to the path." He perks up at the sigh of the bath, feeling better already now that he's come up with what sounds like a reasonable excuse.