I believe she is at work this moment on a pair of carpet slippers for you.” Grey thought carpet slippers were likely innocuous, whatever motif she had chosen, and said so. “So long as she isn’t embroidering a pair of drawers for me. The knotwork, you know …” That made Hal laugh, which in turn made him cough alarmingly, though it brought a little color back into his face. “So you aren’t dying?” Grey asked. “No,” Hal said shortly. “Good,” said Grey, smiling at his brother. “Don’t.”
