In the morning, Leia stepped out of the shower. She lifted her top slightly and studied her reflection in the mirror. The wound that had once been carved into her stomach was now closed, however, it had left a scar behind.
Exhaling, she let the fabric fall back into place. Pulling the towel from her head, she shook out her damp hair, letting it tumble over her shoulders in dark waves. She applied a little moisturizer over her face before leaving the room.
As the door clicked shut behind her, her eyes caught Lucien. He stepped out of his own room at the same time.
"When did you return?" Leia asked, walking toward him.
"This morning," Lucien replied, his gaze flickering briefly to her before softening. "I assume your wound has healed."
"It has," she said, her hand instinctively brushing her stomach. "But the scar is still there."
