Her morning had been quiet. She had cleaned up the small home, prepared a simple breakfast and washed a few pairs of old clothes she'd found on the floor, pushed into the corners of the room. Keziah didn't reach the tent that housed the wounded soldiers until almost noon. The nurses had buzzed about and so did the doctor, trying everything they could to save one of the men. He was pale and gaunt, suffering from disease. When they stopped and finally let him pass on, Keziah watched as the soldiers prepared to burn his body. They couldn't afford a proper burial for a sick man. This was how her day had progressed. One soldier after another with some ailment or sickness. Once she even had a soldier throw up on her shoes. He had apologized in a thick Irish accent and she had simply said that it was okay before giving him a cup of water before bending down to clean her shoes. 
 
"You're the woman they brought with that man, ain't ya?" The Irish soldier said. He remembered seeing the cart roll in when he was on patrol. Keziah nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. 
 
"I am. That was my husband." She said. While she had cleaned their house -- wait it wasn't their house…so why…She pushed those thoughts back. Perhaps it was because he reminded her so much of her late husband. Of course they looked nothing alike. Her husband had light features and tanned skin from many days of hunting and farming. She had once hoped to bear a little boy with the same blue eyes as his father. It never happened of course, he'd died before they could really get a chance to talk about children. 

The man just fell silent and nodded. "Me wife is back home with the kids." They had talked for a little while as she tended to the unconscious soldier next to him. She lied and made up some random story about William, hoping that he wouldn't mind too much and that she could remember to tell him about it just in case someone else asked about it. She didn't know how well they'd take to them both lying. The rest of her day had passed uneventfully save for the plump older woman coming to ask about her husband. 
Keziah had informed her that she'd woken up alone this morning, solely because he'd gone with the other soldiers. The plump woman reminded her so much of her mother. This Elizabeth was quite outspoken, slapping the backs of soldier's hands when they tried to sneak an extra roll from her basket. It was refreshing really. 

When she was able to go back home, Keziah wondered if the other soldiers were back yet. She was a tad bit worried about William. She had tried to tell herself that he was a stranger, that she didn't have to worry so much about him but the promise her brother had forced him into kept coming back. All day she had been a bundle of worry  and when she was finally able to go home and relax, Keziah had stopped to look at the small garden just outside of the cottage. Of course there was a soldier standing no less than ten feet away from her. 

When she headed back inside, she ignored the look the soldier was giving her. It was an odd smile, as if he knew something that she didn't and that made her worry even more…Until she opened the door and spotted William. She stood wide eyed and a blush soon came across her cheeks, coloring the tips of her ears and even spreading a bit down her neck. "Oh…Um…" Keziah might have been married, might have been okay with seeing a naked man who needed medical care but this was something else entirely. She shifted nervously and looked away, or trying to anyways. The nurse side of her, even though she was a midwife, was looking for any injuries that needed to be treated (and a bit of staring wouldn't hurt, would it?) At any rate, she turned her attention to the open door where the soldier was laughing. 

"Come on lass, he's your husband! Actin' like you've never seen 'im before!"  He soldier had a barking laugh, one that she would have found quite funny in any other situation. 

Keziah stood a little taller and glared, although the blush still on her cheeks ruined the effect. "Sir, will you kindly stop looking at my husband? I understand that you like the view but still, give the man some privacy." She said. Keziah closed the door after that and leaned her forehead on the door. 
"I'm glad your back but can you at least put some trousers on? Please?" She asked, shifting again.