It didn't take much or really any of Elijah's keen deductive skills to find the last injury, not with the way Ash made a sound like a wounded animal when it was pressed down on in spite of bracing himself for that pain. Looking at how bad it was, it was lucky he walked away without something cracked or internal bleeding.

Just one of many times Lady Luck had Asher's back. The only woman who never left him, as he sometimes said. Pinned between Elijah and the wall, he had few options if he didn't want to turn it into a physical altercation which he was clearly woefully unprepared for. Normally he'd find it pleasing to be manhandled by the fed, but normal had abandoned them days ago.

"Dear Robert came back as I was seeing you set on the couch and I'm afraid he took the situation the wrong way and got a little jealous," Ash explained, as if he hadn't been intending on that all along when it was clear Elijah wouldn't let himself be out of sight out of mind. "It looks worse than it is, he only got a couple hits in before those nasty people I mentioned before somehow found out where he was hiding out and arrived. They rather like me so the situation they walked in on was rather the final nail in the proverbial coffin for dear Robert. What they did with what was left, I've no idea, but they are very good at making people vanish."