[Loras is actually quite pleased with Renly's lack of overreaction so far. Then again, maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Renly has always been very good at keeping things to himself. Though Loras is not counting on that same calm staying when the maester leaves. He has to resist the urge to give Renly a dirty look at the comment about keeping him by his side]

Your grace, I am the Lord Commander of your Kingsguard. This sort of thing is what I exist for. It is my job.

[About this time his squire runs in with a steaming cup of wine and hands it to the healer. Loras winces just from the sight of it and braces himself from the sting. The whole cup is poured over his wound. It hurts just as much as he remembers. He has to bite the inside of his cheek so hard that he draws blood and pound his uninjured fist on the nearby table to keep himself quiet. But then it's over and the wound is being sewn and wrapped. The healer also smears some cream on his side for the pain and bruising and then wraps a cloth tightly around his body before taking his leave of the tent. Loras turns to his squire]

Stand outside the tent. Do not let anyone in. If they ask tell them I'm fine but not up for visitors. [Pause] Except my sister. I suppose if she comes you have to let her in. [Because he knows Margaery wouldn't listen when told to go anyway. The boy nods and scurries out of the tent]