As if Loras couldn't see past that, especially when Margaery's eyes were starting to water. Loras' smile faded. The pad of his thumb pressed against his sister's porcelain toned cheek. He knew how it was, and for women, it was even worse.
He smiled a little at his sister, as reassuring as he could. "It's going to be okay," he promised her. Catching movement from the corner of his eye, he saw Obi-Wan move in a manner that was inviting and warm. Loras put his arm around Margaery's slender shoulders. "You'll stay with me, of course," he insisted, then looked at Obi as he guided his sister in. "This is my sister," he said, switching to English. "Margaery." In Swedish: "Margaery, this is my house mate, Obi-Wan." He did not mention yet that Obi was actually some magical real life Obi-Wan Kenobi.