He watches the woman quietly, unsure of what he should do - on one hand, she has been remarkably talkative and curious about him for someone who had not known his name this morning, but she looks peaceful and calm. A good part of him doesn't want to disturb her. The notion that she might feel pity for him doesn't even enter his mind.<br/><br/>"It..." he looks down, ashamed he should admit this, knowing he is supposed to rail against his bonds, try to escape, plot ways to bury the arrows sitting beside him in the naked, vulnerable woman's body. "It is not all that bad a life."