Throughout the entire trip into and out of the guts of the Pinkglade Ammousor, it never occurred in Dmitri's mind to take a break, not even once. That's why now that they've finally escaped the hellhole they were in, the exhaustion then took a toll on him.
"Here," Helena offered, bringing him a sugar-filled, cookies and cream-flavored drink she whipped up by the kitchen. She also cooked a meal for everyone, a nice selection of mashed potatoes and steak. And as requested, the drink she gave Dmitri was ice-cold, it was seventy percent composed of ice cubes.
"Thanks," Dmitri muttered, taking in a slurp before sticking his tongue out. "Wow, that's sweet... and ice cold all right." A grin formed on his face as he commented.
