Envy's in a common room on a sofa, appearing to do something like napping. It isn't, quite, but he's determined he can sort of abstract his mind and doze to deal with this new phenomenon of being tired sometimes. He can also use furniture without the usual creaks and pops, which he's not terribly aware of but is good news for the couch. He doesn't do more than flutter his eyes open at the sound of approaching steps. This particular warden. Sure, fine.