By sundown things had settled slightly. There was still the occasional soldier who was comin to check on their brother in arms, but Keziah knew it had more to do with them scoping out her modest house for supplies. They might have been on the same side but they still took as much as the British. Of course many were happy to hand over their belongings if it meant they could be free. She had finished with he dishes a little while ago and was working on a small square cloth that she was embroidering. The Private was awake and talking with Samuel. 

"You seem nervous." Elizabeth caught Keziah off guard and she looked up sharply at the pregnant woman. The spitfire woman was alsoone ofthe bbiggest worry wartsthat Elizabeth knew. 

"A little. William..." she glanced around to check if either men were listening, "there's something about him that feels...wrong. I don't think he's a bad person but..." Keziah didn't know what it was but it was bothering her as to why the man was so strange. Samuel had told her that apparently William was a Hessian soldier, a deserter. He never told her of the upcoming massacre nor did he tell her ofhow he had actually met the man. 

The blonde woman listened quietly, reaching out and grabbing one of Keziah's hands tightly. The young widow was going to worry herself sick. "You need to stop worrying so much." Elizabeth couldn't trust the man as far as she could throw him but she had to admit that Keziah's worries were shared. Samuel seemed worried too, even more han his sister. After talking for a little while Keziah got up and put her embroidery on the oak table before she approached William. She wanted answers, anything that could help her with this situation. 

Just as she'd been about to oull the man aside, her brother spoke up. "There is the issue of where he will sleep." He gave William a pointed look. 

Keziah sighed and brushed some of her hair back. "He can sleep out here. I need someone to keep an eye on him." She gestured to the sleeping man - John, as he'd told them. She knew that Samuel was hinting that they shouldn't sleep in the same room. She was a bit fed up that her brother was treating them this way. William was a stranger in need of help, Keziah was a helpful woman. Yes, he was handsome but she liked to get to know men first. 
With hat settled, she grabbed William's wrist and pulled to get him to followher outside. SSamuel was yelling for her to get back inside but she ignored him. 

"I want answers." She demanded. "There's something that you aren't telling me." It was dark but that didn't stop her from glaring. The window to her home provided dim light but Sam's shadow took up most of the window itself. No doubt he was going to rant when they go back inside.

"If you are to stay under my roof I need to know what you told my brother. Sam doesn't get that worried over nothing."