Lowering Elijah to the edge of the bed, Marabelle kept him sitting upright while she unbuttoned his shirt to check for any unusual injuries. While she worked, he concentrated on slowing his breathing and getting his eyes open. Looking up at Josephine, he gave a huff of laughter despite the pain it caused. Startled, Marabelle looked up from a bruise that was forming on his abdomen to make sure this outburst wasn't due to an injury. "Tell Amy I'm sorry about the table..." He said sheepishly, his eyes clear as he took note of her surprised expression. "...And the window." The second chuckle made him grimace, a hand going to his ribs. Jack was ridiculously strong as it was, add that to being beyond angry, Elijah was glad to have escaped with a broken rib.

Rocking back to standing, Marabelle placed her hands on her hips and studied her son. "You're an odd duck, my son." Leaning down she placed a kiss on his forehead, "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get something to clean these scrapes." With a glance and a subtle nod towards Josephine, she left the room, using the excuse to give the two some privacy.

Once his mother was out of the room, Elijah turned his attention back to Josephine, his typical half-smirk tugging up one side of his lips. "I guess I deserved that." Glancing at his reflection in the mirror across the room, the sight wiped all traces of his humor away. No wonder everyone was so shaken up about what happened, it appeared that he had gotten in a fight with an angry bull and lost. Splotches of red were appearing all over his body, giving an idea of what he was going to look like in a few hours.