To her credit, Dyssia actually does consider the question.

[i]Is[/i] she bored? 

It's like, in all of her stories, it's nonstop action. Or, you know, heh, nonstop "action" of a very different sort, if your writer knows what they're doing.

And this isn't that, of course. 

But also it's not…

"Not bored," she decides. 

She could never be bored of this. Are you kidding? A never-ending chain of problems to be solved, puzzles to be wrangled, people to meet, in planets that are fantastic and new and with people that only sometimes want to eviscerate her! She's constantly being asked to do the new and different, a nonstop drip-feed of something to tickle her brain.

But…

"Useless," she amends. "Frustrated."

It's all new and interesting, every time. It's a learning experience, every time. She has to think on her toes and figure things out, even if the Dust Knight seems to think that the one solution he has is enough. 

But…

"It's like, if you tell me to make ten thousand teacups, I'll see a mountain of clay. My brain might choke on it, might let me get good at making a mug before I move onto something new, and maybe the mountain sticks around.

"But there's an end to the mountain, if that makes sense. I might not make them today, or tomorrow, or years, but the mountain will be there, and every teacup made is one less bit of clay on the mound."

She can see the exhaustion in her own eyes, in that hynotic mask. 

"It's not boredom that might kill me here. I don't abandon projects because I'm bored--I find new projects that are more interesting. This is interesting all the time!

"But it also doesn't [i]end.[/i] Eventually, if I make enough teacups, the mountain will run out of clay, I will be a master teacup maker, I will have walked my Path, and will choose a new one. 

"But the mountain of virtue just keeps getting bigger. I climb the ladder and don't gain height.

"I'm working and trying and helping, but making no progress. When do I win?"