Ma'ai cleaned up his space on the table -throwing away the trash and putting away his dish- before finally leaving for his tent. Ah, sleep. The angel couldn't recall the last time he'd been this eager for slumber before and was very much looking forward to the moment his head would finally hit the bed. His job was something he enjoyed but he'd be lying if he denied there being any downsides to it. These past few weeks, for example... Well, let's just say that sleeping on everything [i]but[/i] a mattress certainly wasn't any fun. Ma'ai finally reached his sleeping quarters and found the tent in which he'd be staying. The angel undid hood hair tie, lazily stripped himself of his outerwear, and practically dropped onto his cot, happily snuggling into the blankets. Despite the time of day, he was out shortly after.