Every muscle in Loras' body tensed. Strange how powerful those first three words were and how they flooded Loras with a deluge of dread that quietly startled him. He ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, acutely aware of Renly's very live and warm breath against him.
Loras closed his eyes, seeing only the gentle orange glow behind his lids from the lamp. His fingers combed through Renly's damp hair. His king's fear was almost palpable, but Loras' own was not for Robert. "You're here now," he tried to reassure. "He's alive. Do you want to ring him?"