Ramiel stepped out of the hot shower with a towel wrapped around hips and almost immediately jumped onto the bed. He was damn tired, most of his muscles ached, and the only thing he dreamed of was a solid night's sleep. But there was nothing unusual about that. After all, he had spent exactly eight intense days in a fucking dungeon. During that time, he almost lost his life twice and had even fewer opportunities for proper rest. There was always something more important to do, like babysitting his sister or other hunters, making sure the camp was safe, or Nyla's quick training in the element of darkness... which at the end of the day turned out to be a waste of time...