The noblewoman nods to his explanation and grins. "[color=A9B8CB]Tiresome? I quite agree, but I think my mother would run me through if she heard that. She's the one who taught me diplomacy and court manner, you see. Please, call me Nora.[/color]" 
She hears talking ahead, ears perking up in uncanny sync with her mount's. A minute later, she passes the front gate, where her servant passing the carriage off to a stable hand. 
She nods at the maid. "[color=A9B8C8]I'll see you inside. Go rest. I'll stay out and about until dinner.[/color]" She turns to Keith. "[color=A9B8C8]Up for a ride?[/color]"