The Guard was crumbling from the inside out. They were so overworked, under staffed, fed, and supplied that they were physically, mentally and emotional cracking and breaking under the weight of the city planet and being the backbone of the GAR. Without the Guard, nothing would work. the Guard pushed papers- very important papers and not only that, they held down the home front, triple zero. They worked their asses off for every little thing they earned, they fought for every little packet of banta and stim. Everything they did was a struggle. And the GAR didn't notice nor care, no one did. Maybe the medic? Maybe the Jedi- purely for being able to feel the absolutely disgusting amount of distress and hurt rolling off the Guard. The Guard where so stretched thin, so unused to love and care, just being offered a bunk to sleep in on an off planet mission was like a hallelujah prayer.