He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when she leaned against him then sat back up again. "You're allowed to relax, Anna." His tone held a hint of amused exasperation. She was nearly as bad as Marian, that much was clear. The nearest thing to grab on to happened to be his arm, and once she'd finished digging her fingers in, he took her hand in his, before she had a chance to protest.
"Heather is going to call him, Anna." Somehow, when she thanked Heather, he got the impression it was not something that would come easily from her.