Right now, he shambled over to his own makeshift bed, which was little more than a bundle of sheets on the ground, and contemplated trying to take off his cuirass at least before sleeping. Sleeping in your armour was uncomfortable as hell. He was used to it, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. Eventually, after the third time trying to fumble with the catches of his armour, he decided to just lie down and be damned with it all. He hit the covers like a brick and proceeded to sleep like one.