Constance
"If you can offer any, I would be in your debt. Are you a local, madam?"
*She asked, a pleasant lilt underlying her tone, reciprocating with a gentle smile as she fully lowered her guard. A short whistle and a click of her tongue would summon her horse closer, taking him by the reigns and leading him along.*
Kenneth
"Local? I guess you could say that." *The dwarf put a hand to her chin as she thought of how to explain without taking an entire day to do so.* "I'm a traveller, though I did grow up in these mountains. I know my way around here." *She turned, swivelling on her black boots and stretching her arms out.* "I came prepared with this thick coat, but to be honest it's making me kinda uncomfortable. Kejomuj knows I'll freeze if I take it off."
Constance
*A moment's thought on the weather slowed her gait, breathing the icy air in deep, feeling it chill her lungs as she breathed out slowly. Her smile widened, nostalgia bristling at her vividly. The knight gave a low, pleasant chuckle and nodded, patting the saddle of her horse as she replied*
"You're welcome to take a rest while we walk, this fellow has had enough rest already."
*The mention of Kejomuj, the blacksmith god, piqued her interest quickly. Being surrounded by Irtutian nobles, desperately clinging to their Silnarian roots despite the capital's neglect of their holdings would make any person tired of their rituals. While Elias respected the pantheon, her adventures had connected her with far too many other faiths to dedicate herself to the religion of her exilers.*
"One of the cloth, hm? Or is it custom to take His name around these parts?"
Kenneth
"Custom around these parts..? This is Prasia, miss. Homeland of the dwarves." 
*Beyond being the blacksmith god, Kejomuj was the lord of the dwarves, the benevolent benefactor of their people who blessed them with the Caverns. Even if M'ra had not been born to her father, as devout a believer as he was, she would still have been a savant no matter what dwarven family she came from.*
"It ain't custom where I'm goin' for sure, but I'll never miss givin' him the respects necessary." 
*Her eyes shut as she walked closer to the horse.* "I won't miss ya offer on that, I can admit I'm a little slower compared to most trekkers."
Constance
*Her eyes would flicker as she apologised softly, holding a hand to her breast and kneeling down for the moment - her armour clinking softly as it settled around her curves.*
"Forgive my ignorance, this will have been my first time, despite the familiar weather..."
*Her voice softened as she drew closer, unsheathing her hand from her gauntlet and pressing the back of it to her face - her fingers like silk as they shivered in the cold.*
"As I thought, you're paler than I... Are you unwell, young lady?"
*From apologetic to concerned, her tone shifted sharply in this revelation, wondering if that talk about her jacket was from a fever.*