The arl makes a dismissive motion with one hand. "You saved my life, I'm hardly going to make you sleep on the ground."
Arrangements are made for the three of them to stay at the castle. The betrothed couple get a lovely guest suite to themselves.
And Annie has spent the last several nights being continually carried around by a golem and not having premarital relations with her fiancé and that just won't do.
"It occurs to me," says Stalas, "that the room we're in is... less soundproof than your suite in Caridin's house."
"And, ah. You have been known to make... sounds," he goes on. "Delightful sounds, but perhaps not ones you want to be making where the arl's servants can hear you."
"I. Did not know that. I mean I assumed I wasn't totally silent but. Oh god how loud am I."
"Kind of loud! If I'd thought anyone but me could hear you I would've said something by now, but it slipped my mind."
"Oh nooooo," she mumbles into his shoulder, blushing very bright. "Okay. Um. I suppose I could just attempt to talk, continuously, I can hear that with what I think is normal volume variation... that sounds hard. I could stuff something in my mouth but I don't know if that will keep me quiet or just restrict me to zero consonants and few vowels. I could attempt to hold my breath a lot..."
Nuzzle. "Are there any other things I have not noticed because I am variously impaired?" she says.
Sigh. "I don't know whether to trust any of my ideas but it's been days and you insist on being persistently and overwhelmingly attractive," she grouses.
"Sorry!" Snuggle. "I could interrupt you if you get loud, if you don't mind the inevitable awkwardness... we could've taken the room at the inn but that would probably have been worse soundproofing-wise..."
"...The first response that springs to mind is 'but I like your face', which I am sharing because I expect it to delight you and not because I think you should govern your actions by it in any way," says Stalas.
Giggle. "I'm glad you like my face but I don't know how else not to scandalize the servants. You can watch my face when we're home again."
"Fully acceptable. Though I guarantee you the servants have heard worse."
And so Annie finishes taking off all clothes that go over her head and then buries her face in a pillow. "Am I inaudible?" she yells, muffled.
She pulls her head up. "Well, I'll try to keep it down as best I can, let me know if I slip up."