Clint knew that it was harder for her to go kitty than it was to come back but he still knew there was some pain there so he kept petting her, eventually moving his hand from her head down to her back, rubbing between shoulder blades that were slowly widening and smoothing out.
He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Want my shirt to lay on?" he asked, worried about her suddenly more sensitive skin against the bark of the tree.