"I have been well. I have new clothes that Winter convinced me to buy. They
are rather drab, but he says I look nice," he said with soft affection.
"And Winter is..."
That was where he faltered.
"Winter is not well. He is grown and it is giving him trouble. He is sad
often. I worry for him," he said. "And for the prince. He is sad as well.
He never smiles anymore."