Not bored. And not pitying, either. [ Although he can't help but feel a bit of anger over whoever would make someone feel this way so thoroughly.

Fingers splayed, his hand stays steady against her spine as they reach the barracks room he'd been shown to earlier. He guides her inside and closes the door softly behind them. ]

I'm not interested in any sainthood, trust me. I'd be so far from eligible for it that any attempt would be laughable anyway. We're just both strangers stuck in a very strange new place, it's just common sense we stick together, right?