"I think they're whisked enough, brother," Loras commented as he came back into the kitchen. The shower had been a quick one. His hair was still damp, but had been towel dried, and he'd changed into his usual attire, although since his dreams, he'd taken to wearing shirts that tied at the front; Renly liked those.
The air of wrong had filled the space around Obi-Wan again. Loras' efforts had stretched only so far, but he knew that was just a risk he was taking. At least Obi-Wan had gotten out of bed.