With the rather embarrassing moment behind them, Keziah had taken to patching clothes and even washing his uniform. It gave her something to do to keep boredom and [i]other[/i] thoughts away. Mostly though, she mentally went over everything again and again, trying to make sense of how her life had gone from quietly living in Boston to this...being in a military camp with a fake husband and no clue if she'd ever get home. It took a lot out of her to even think of the possibility that she'd never see her brother or father again. She set the clothes out to dry before heading inside.

She smiled at her fellow nurse when she brought a basket of food. Keziah was thankful that she had come. She had been feeling out of sorts when a soldier had died earlier. It was no rarity but the soldier had been yelling for his mother, crying that he was scared. He'd been delirious and had a fever. Second to die from disease. She hoped that it wouldn't spread. Keziah bid the woman goodbye and busied herself with looking through the basket when William spoke up.

What was her talking about? History being changed...? Well it would, technically, they'd be free, their own country like the men who had planned this revolution said. Keziah didn't dabble in politics, finding that often it was more of a man's world than the medical field. She frowned when she thought of her brother and his wife. They were still in Boston. They would be in the middle of the war, a war they had no place in. Her blood ran cold. "We have to....My brother and sister are in Boston. They're just ordinary people!" Keziah was very aware that womem didn't raise their voices. The door was opened by one of the soldiers out of curiosity and he quickly shut it when Keziah yelled again. 

Outside the two soldiers on guard made jokes about the woman being a spitfire.

Keziah calmed down a little while later. She had yelled at William and even cursed thay she'd even left the safety of that little farm near Lexington. She sat in one of the chairs with her head in her hands and a pit in her stomach. She apologized for the outburst. Keziah looked up at him with a hard look in her eye. "Tell me who you are. Really are. You know something..." Her voice had dropped into a whisper so the soldiers wouldn't hear her asking her [i]husband[/i] who he was.