[ Another small laugh. At her question he shrugs, then his face scrunches while he thinks. Has he made friends? Not really, no. Not many. Not that Loras was ever the sort to have many friends. He had his sister and he had Renly, and everyone else was an acquaintance, or simply people who latched on to the Tyrell name. ]
I suppose. I've made a friend from Westeros, of all places, a sweet man from the north. His name is Willem. You would like him, he's kind.
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[ Another small laugh. At her question he shrugs, then his face scrunches while he thinks. Has he made friends? Not really, no. Not many. Not that Loras was ever the sort to have many friends. He had his sister and he had Renly, and everyone else was an acquaintance, or simply people who latched on to the Tyrell name. ]
I suppose. I've made a friend from Westeros, of all places, a sweet man from the north. His name is Willem. You would like him, he's kind.