She had wanted to argue that the Patriots using those guns would be a blessing, that maybe he was wrong about this war, at least in Boston, lasting for years. She didn't though, not when he asked her for help. Keziah chewed on the inside of her cheek as she went over the options. She could help him and leave Boston to the Redcoats, or she could simply persuade him to stay, or possibly even tell a soldier…but that'd end badly for her, wouldn't it? She wouldn't make it home and frankly she didn't want to think of the other possibilities. 

"Samuel and Elizabeth live in South Boston." She pointed out, now thinking a bit more clearly. If the soldiers stormed the wall tomorrow then her brother and his wife would get caught in everything. She knew that they needed to get out of Boston and go somewhere safe so that baby of theirs could grow up without having to worry about soldiers fighting right in front of them. "If you find a way to help them…yes, I'll help you. Just please save my brother and his wife."  They, along with her father, were the only family that Keziah had left. She didn't want to lose them. 
She watched William quietly, still biting her cheek. Perhaps changing history wouldn't be so bad, would it? Keziah had no clue how to change history, how much change could be brought about by two guns? She didn't care to think of the possibilities, instead she observed the men talking. 

Her cheeks flared red when she caught what they were talking about. It was convincing enough, many men wished to spend a night with their wives before going off to battle. Hell she'd eve heard the other nurses talking about the advances made by soldiers. When the Sergeant's eyes wandered lower than her own, she narrowed her eyes and turned away from him. Well she was a bit of a hypocrite, right? She'd let William see her in her nightclothes and he was a stranger (somewhat at least.) But to the men guarding their borrowed home, they were married and that meant in their minds that William had seen her in much less than her nightgown. 

Keziah stared up at him owlishly, her blush coming back even worse. She bit her lip and looked away. "I…" She really didn't want to do [i]that[/i], but he hadn't pressed her before, like the other day when he came back in his new uniform. She sighed and stood up, reaching out and tugging him a little bit closer by his shirt.

"We're not doing [i]that[/i]. It isn't proper but…We are supposed to be [i]husband and wife[/i], are we not? Well then, listen to your wife." Keziah unbuttoned his shirt quickly and examined the gun shot wound from when they'd first met. "I say you're healing nicely. Remember to keep it clean. Wouldn't want you to get those…ah…what were they called? Those little things that you can't see…" Keziah grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Her exhaustion hit her once she crossed through the doorway and she climbed into the bed, holding her arms out to him. It wasn't appropriate but if it kept the guards from getting suspicious then so be it. Plus she'd love the chance to catch them peeping through the windows. 

She yawned, and once he was next to her in the bed, she curled close to him. For a little while she told him about her childhood near Lexington. Surely his childhood had been quite different than hers. All she had to play with were sticks and dolls made of old scraps of cloth with eyes made of dark colored string. Keziah's eyes felt heavy midway through the talk and she tried her best to stay awake.