With another squeeze to Obi's shoulder, Loras went to his damp, bloodied shirt, picked it up and put it over his shoulder. The bo staffs were left on the floor. Loras led the way out of the practice room. Ever since Obi had entered his life, he didn't actually look at the room in the same way.
"Sit down," he instructed, gesturing to the long sofa in the living room. He went to his bedroom first, to pull on another shirt and to toss the dirty one in a hamper. Next, he stopped by the kitchen, took out a plastic freezer bag, stuffed it with ice, then wrapped it all in a dish towel.
He returned to the living room with the homemade ice pack and two bottles of water.