Marabelle looked up only when Josephine put a steaming cup of tea under her nose. Smiling softly, she took the mug, grateful for the distraction. "I can only guess as to how she is." She said, softly blowing across the hot liquid's surface. "She's pretty beat up. Alice definitely has more of her father in her than either of us ever imagined." A single huff of laughter came out of her, but the smile never made it to her tired eyes. Studying Josephine's face, she reached out and tucked hair behind her ear. "I know you two don't see eye-to-eye at all on anything, but I want to thank you for helping get my daughter out of that jail."

Elijah had gone into the room to look in on his sister, but couldn't bring himself to move past the outer edge of the doorway. The broken girl that lay on the bed couldn't be Alice. Moving out of the way for the doctor and Sebastian, he backed down the hall, not wanting to believe the state she was in. It didn't make sense. Why would she have subjected herself to that kind of beating? Returning to the front room, he sat on the couch opposite of his mother, her haunted expression reflected in his own.