She breathes in, holds it, glances between the two.

A smile quirks her lips, nearly bashful, wholly uncomfortable.

"Mayhaps I left out a few details 'bout bein' an outlaw."

It was just easier at the time, finding that thread of common ground and building on it. Respect, kinship, and familiarity blossoming quick as a weed. And maybe, well, just maybe Kate needed that. And maybe she was afraid of losing it.

Another look passes from Marian to Caspian. Dear friends, both kin in their own different ways. Is now really the time, after the ordeal Caspian's just been through?

"It's a — "

She pauses, pushing her hair behind her ears, and starts over.

"Newspapers in my world. They call me 'Kissin' Kate Barlow'. It's — a long story. Now ain't the time."