"Yatrel had our staff set up one of the guest rooms for them. The one nearest the kitchen, so that she wouldn't have to be far for anything."
"Hm. Well, that's also the noisiest part of the house so-"
"We thought about that little one. That room is silent as a whisper when it comes to sounds from below, now."
That response made Elua's expression wobble into something between 'approval'... and the kind of 'irritation' that she reserved for a particular matter. Situations where someone else had already solved a *crafting* problem which she fully intended to solve herself! Though in her case it would have been done with sigilry in the same way she had selectively soundproofed her own room - and she was rather sure that no one else on the continent was good enough to do that.
'Maybe Dima? Did I teach her too much? No, I barely taught her anything. Wait… what was in that book I gave her again? It did have certain Sound things…'
