"Eh…n-nothing." He shook his head at her.
Leia glanced at him, and a soft breath fled her nose.
"I wonder who made you like this." She clicked her tongue in disappointment and turned off the tap.
"Let's get you treated." She said to him and proceeded to pull him out of the bathroom, but Levian snatched his hand from her.
"N-no. I am fin—"
Before he could finish his words, Leia gripped him by the collar, pulling his face so close to hers that they were only two inches apart.
"Listen here, princess! We need to treat those burns in time, or else you will get blisters or they will fester! I don't care if you are scared of people at all, but you need treatment, do you understand?!!" She questioned with apparent annoyance on her face, and Levain stood gazing at her.
Never in his life had he been this close to a girl.
