It was no surprise to her to see the brutal aftermath of a pirate fight. Elijah's wounds were not even the worst she's seen. But just seeing them on him caused Josephine to worry. He was the one who broke up fights, not got into them. She played with her hands nervously, brows knitted when Marabelle pulled his shirt open to reveal a patchwork of angry red splotches. Her worry had dissipated when he chuckled and spoke casually, as if he didn't have a run in with Jack. Typical Elijah, never wanting anyone to worry over him. A small smile pulled at her lips as she shook her head. Taking Marabelle's spot at the side of his bed after she left, Josephine took his hand in hers. "You think you look bad, you should see the other guy." She smiled slightly, "I can't believe you kicked him through the window."