The soft caress on his hand drew Elijah's attention away from his own reflection and caused him to look down, noticing the scrapes and bruising that was forming on his knuckles as well. It was beginning to seem as if nothing on his body was spared in the onslaught. "He just looks worse." Replaying the scene in his mind, he couldn't even figure out how he contorted his body in order to kick Jack off of him in the first place. "I was outmatched from the beginning. I tried to avoid the fight, but..." Making a face, his attention returned to hers. "It just pissed him off more." With another quiet chuckle, he looked away, suddenly uncomfortable with everything going on. "I can't go back."

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Fortunately, Alice was still asleep when Marabelle entered the room to get some supplies. The whole situation would have been much worse had she been awake and aware of what just happened. Frowning, she left the room to check in on Amy and Jack. "Do you need anything?" She asked quietly, offering some of the ointments and solutions she had taken from her daughter's bedside. Blood was starting to dry along Jack's shirt and all over his skin from his encounter with the window. He appeared beaten, hunched over and looking at the floor. Now that she knew that her son was okay, Marabelle was able to shove away some of the maternal instinct that had bubbled up earlier.