He shrugged. "Not really, you need rest to preform without acceptable standards, and to recharge your divine abilities. Besides, waiting eight hours is nothing compared to some of the waits I have had to do. two weeks crossing three miles to get into position to attack a beyonder nest. A month waiting at the bottom of a well, waiting for extraction while hostiles searched the above ground around the well. Seven weeks and four days of waiting in a cave, unable to move, waiting for my kyn to detect my extraction beacon and find me. And my personal favorite, six and a half years at the bottom of a destroyed base, trying to dig my way out through melted steel and beyonder corpses. And sometimes not so corpses.<br/><br/>So no, eight hours is really nothing, and the drone usually has to have an eye kept on... Where is the drone?"<br/><br/>He paused, only to hear the drone in their room, cheerfully beeping to itself before a loud crash of furniture toppling could be heard. "Never mind, found it."