Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

Ah, Clay. That was the rude boy's name, Clarence assumed. He was a little glad he was gone - he was a little scary. "It was nice of you to walk him home," he responded with a small smile, brows raising when his own wellbeing was called into question. "I'm okay. It's not the worst I've ever had. As long as it doesn't get infected, but I'm being careful."

He paused, shifting his paws slowly. "Have you talked to Memory lately?"