Her blood ran cold when he told her there was going to be a massacre. There were good people here, even if they supported the wrong side. It was a lot to take in. She had grown a little pale as he explained his plan. She disagreed with it. "And do what? Sit and let them boss us around because they have a crown on their side?" Keziah would rather take her chances than do what he proposed. She knew that the soldiers were fighting for what they thought was right...but it felt so wrong to her. 

This made her wonder if he did support the British. Her hands shook a little and she took a step back from him. She leaned against the side of her home and took a deep breath. "They will take my brother to work as a field doctor and I will stay to tend to heir wounded from these skirmishes. I am a midwife. I'm not equipped to handle much other cases." Her lack of a formal education had more to do with he fact that a woman being in a traditionally male job was...well it wasn't good. She couldn't go to college or anything. She only had what she learned from the job. Keziah felt like crying. The idea that her big brother could be sent to the front lines to help the soldiers was frightening. 

She didn't want Samuel to leave her too. Their mother had died some years ago, before Keziah had ever married. Her mother had been giving birth but her bleeding never stopped. Keziah could remember quite vividly that the sheets around and under her mother had been turned red, even the sheet used to cover her modesty. The baby hadn't made it. Poor thing had been blue and cold by the time they had been allowed to grieve over the bodies. It had been a little boy and that hurt Keziah deeply. He would have been a perfect little brother.

"This...I need to talk to my brother about this." She said quietly as she stood up, "we better get inside before he thinks something is going on." She just needed time to process this knowledge. Before turning to go inside, Keziah took a long glance around as if she wanted to capture how the houses were. She could picture them burning, people screaming and crying...Before she could think too much more, the woman headed inside.

Samuel was waiting, arms crossed and ready to tear William a new one, but his soter rushed forward and wrapped her arms arou d him and buried her face into his clothes. Samuel looked down at her with a slight frown but he returned the tight grip and he smoothed a hand over her hair. They stayed like that for quite some time. 

He pulled away first and looked at his wife. Elizabeth was sitting across the room with a concerned look plastered across her face. He just gave her a shrug, a small promise that he'd tell her what was going on. Samuel looked back at William. "You keep Keziah safe, you hear me?" He was doing something that many would fi d wrong - putting the life of his sister in somebody else's hands. Keziah would be safe, hopefully. Samuel pressed a kiss to the top of Keziah's head and promised that he'd be by tomorrow. He wanted to formulate an escape plan. Keziah would have brought it up now had she not been so worried. 

She stood in the doorway, waving goodbye to her brother and his wife as they walked arm in arm with a lantern held out in front of them. She stayed in the door u til she couldn't see them or their lantern anymore.