Haunted Wood sleight of hand

Yeah, it would likely be stupid for him to continue fighting. He wasn't even that mad anyway. The physical activity had whisked it out of him, wearing his beaten body down further. 

He didn't hate her. That was odd.

Was that a compliment? Clarence hummed in acknowledgement, checking to be sure the cuts along his stomach stayed closed. There was no bleeding to be seen, thankfully. He would've felt really stupid if there had been. 

"Please, don't call Valour weak," he said, turning his eyes toward her again. "Fights don't have to end bloody. He's trying to do what's best for the pack." 

He'd wait for her to say something. If not, he would leave without another word.