Haunted Wood you can't go back to constantinople

Clarence knew far too well what an out-of-hand spar felt like, but it still caused his ears to fall back to his own skull. Ruby eyes that were so well-trained to pick out weakness singled in on the leg that was being favored, then looked back up at the torn ear. "Of course I can help," he assured quietly, but... well, he wasn't sure how. "Um, what do you need me to do? Cleaning it is probably important, right?" He didn't know much about first aid, but cleaning wounds was one of the first things the humans used to do after fights, so... that made sense, didn't it?