The door swung open with Kitty leaning against the frame, Abraham in one arm as she tried to quiet the child. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted and pale, a fragile mess from how she had looked before the birth. She glared seeing Zech but then noticed her husband on the ground, her eyes wide. "Uriel!"

She moved to him, grabbing a stick she'd used to help walk over and sank to her knees cursing up a storm. "What in tarnation is going on?!" She stared at the blood and the knife and gave a dangerous look to Zech, wanting an explanation.