Leia raised her eyes to glance at him, and a deep sigh left her lips. "Just... cover it with nice tattoos, so it won't be noticeable." She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers.
The tattooist nodded, with a slightly pessimistic expression on his face. He walked over to stand behind her, and deep confusion couldn't help but reflect in his eyes. Who could have done such a horrid thing to a young girl like this? He had never witnessed such a thing before. Well, he has, but it wasn't as inhumane as this was. He shook his head, and his eyes fluttered in pity. The scars were just so deep and horrid.
"Missy, do...you really want a tattoo on this? The scars are still-"
"Just do it!" She said with gritted teeth and the eyes of the tattooist fluttered. "But missy-"
"Are you gonna do it or not?" Her eyes glared at him and he helplessly nodded.
