Loras took a step toward Obi and touched his hand to his friend's forehead. "You're not still sick, are you?" That was it, Obi was just still feeling the remnants of being ill. All this sap was so foreign coming from Obi that Loras almost found it funny. Almost.
"Come on," he dropped his hand and went to pick up his shirt. He tossed it over his shoulder, then grabbed the over shirt he'd come in with and did the same with it. "I'll make us some smoothies."