[ Loras watches, keeping his distance. There's a look on his face that is full of skepticism, but he's a touch more trusting than his sister. No doubt that Margaery would see through anything in an instant. Loras, however, has no reason to distrust the world.
But he also knows that magic is a real thing, and that would explain easily why the marks could heal so suddenly. If it were Olyvar. But Loras feels, perhaps, that Olyvar would not be so committed to such a joke, even for any sum of money. ]
No. By the Angel--no, no. [ The shirt was wet anyway, wool becoming uncomfortable and scratchy, and so shirtless Sebastian stays, trying his best to smile, to placate. ]
I should be apologizing, but I wanted to get somewhere quiet so I could get my bearings. My name is Sebastian.
[ Sebastian is luckier than he knows, to share looks with Olyvar and to have had Loras come across him before anyone else. Anyone beyond the Tyrells would lack kindness or even the sense of decency to help the man, and Loras has to wonder how much even his own sister would extend to Sebastian. Likely enough to see that he was well and send him out of the city as fast as possible. ]
Loras Tyrell. I would suspect you do well to remember it, for as long as you're in Westeros, being associated with a Tyrell will prove kinder to you than any other allegience.
[ It's a haughty thing to say, but Loras still feels slighted, and he wants it to be known that he has the upper hand here.
He seeks out the plainest tunic he has. It's still perhaps too much for a simple squire to have, but Loras can, if needed, play it off that it's important a squire emulate his knight. ]
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But he also knows that magic is a real thing, and that would explain easily why the marks could heal so suddenly. If it were Olyvar. But Loras feels, perhaps, that Olyvar would not be so committed to such a joke, even for any sum of money. ]
Then I have made a fool of myself either way.
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I should be apologizing, but I wanted to get somewhere quiet so I could get my bearings. My name is Sebastian.
[ His brow raises--'and you, now?' ]
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Loras Tyrell. I would suspect you do well to remember it, for as long as you're in Westeros, being associated with a Tyrell will prove kinder to you than any other allegience.
[ It's a haughty thing to say, but Loras still feels slighted, and he wants it to be known that he has the upper hand here.
He seeks out the plainest tunic he has. It's still perhaps too much for a simple squire to have, but Loras can, if needed, play it off that it's important a squire emulate his knight. ]
Take these dry clothes.