[wren & jeremiah]
When Jeremiah had seen Wren's note on the forums, he'd been instantly worried. It had been cold - bitterly cold - and somehow he'd thought that probably Wren had found someplace warmer but it seemed he hadn't, and if he'd been out in the cold? Honestly, Jeremiah didn't know how bad it would be. But he had plenty of space, and he figured if he offered the boy would come, and so he had.
If he hadn't been looking for Wren, he might have missed the tap, but as it was, he found himself moving towards the back door and opening it wide. "Wren, come in," he motioned widely towards the warmer house.
Truthfully he was a bit shocked and appalled by the young man's appearance, so much worse than it had been, and there was a pang of guilt. He could have said something earlier in the fall, offered a space, perhaps, and he hadn't done it, and now Wren was probably sick, definitely cold, and Jeremiah could only hope that he could warm him up tonight. "The fire's going," he told the younger boy. "And Heart's over there, why don't you go and join her, and I'll bring you some tea that'll help warm you up. Would you like some soup? Have you eaten?"