You are being petulant. [He says with a roll of his eyes, but it turns to a concerned frown when Loras throws himself onto the bed. Immediately, he feels even worse, and crosses the tent to sit on the edge of the bed, arranging the pillows a little neater so Loras can make himself more comfortable.]

Don't jostle your ribs like that, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be putting my stress on you, not right now.