The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

He gave a curt nod, seeing her work her tongue against the bloody paw. Holland, perhaps because he felt bad, scooted a bit closer. Enough so that if she needed him to be there, she could press against his fur. He was never one for physical therapy, but she looked so small and scared of bleeding out...

It was the least he could do for her. He also didn't care she was being 'gross'. Blood was a fact of life. If he didn't seek his trade, he still wouldn't avoid it. "Slow and steady licks" he soothed Lane "when you feel you can, extend the paw so I can see it again..." He would then assess it once again.