Leia slowly got out of the bed and moved slowly toward the washroom.
"Why didn't you call for help?" Lucien grabbed his arm and carried her from behind, flustering her.
"I didn't wish to disturb anyone. It was just going to the washroom," Leia said as he walked inside while carrying her.
"Exactly. You're not allowed to move without a help. Your wound on the leg was deep," he said, putting her down near the sink. "Call me once you finish," he said, walking out and shutting the door behind him.
"What was that?" Leia murmured.
After some time, she opened the door and found Lucien was standing right there. "I can walk. You don't have to–" She couldn't finish her words as Lucien already scooped her up in his arms.
Gently settling her on the bed, he put a pillow on her back and let the blanket rest around her belly.
"You look upset," Leia said.
"Really?" Lucien chuckled before sitting in front of her.
