"In fours," Carlisle replies, though he doesn't include the rest of the context for that answer, his thought half-formed as he pulls the sheet over himself. "Though mine have been altered a few times and..."

His brow furrows, his eyes trailing down his arms. "My hands are still shaking. Makes sewing difficult sometimes, doesn't it? If I needed to make something for you, it's better left to Emily, but I- I do want to help you when I can..."

Finishing thoughts is hard when the other half of them might as well be on the other side of a brick wall.