He'd hit closer to the truth on that story than Marian would have liked. After all, Kate was her daughter, she shouldn't quiet down for a stranger, should she? Still, she offered him a small smile, gesturing for him to make himself comfortable in the rocking chair while she took a seat on the edge of the bed, cupping the coffee mug in her hands.
"Kate's usually calmer," she offered. "But she's a bit worked up right now."