Galryn notices her conspiring, but doesn't seem to attach any particular significance to it.  He sets to directing a stableboy or two to shift their luggage inside, and then rejoins his bride with hands clasped behind his back.  "My lady.  It is probably most appropriate that we have some baths drawn.  It has been a long day, subject to an entirely undue amount of finery.  I'll see to dealing with the staff if you'd like to go on up ahead, as I'm sure your coiffure is even more exhausting than my own."  He stops to consider, "Actually, do you have a lady's maid with you?  I can't imagine that's any easier to remove by oneself than plate armor.  I'll be happy to assist you myself, of course, but my require some slight direction with the more delicate frippery."