Wren stood vulnerable and crying in front of Mike, comforted by his words and his presence. Maybe he didn't understand what she was going through but that's not what Wren needed, she only needed someone to be there. She needed to know she wasn't alone, sitting with the dead body had been the loneliest she had ever felt. Another living soul was all Wren needed, a person who could confirm that life and the world still spun on despite the dead who shuffled across the earth. "I should have..." she started but stopped, shaking her head and wiping away tears.
"T-thank you," she said to Mike, voice muffled slightly. "I'm sorry," Wren said again, "I can't stop," she added quietly on a sob. The blood on her hands made it difficult to rub away tears but she dabbed at them with her forearms and shoulders, trying to will herself to stop crying.
The physical contact quieted her though, the warmth of a human body was reassuring. Wren stood next to Mike, the silence only broken by her hitched breathing as she wept silently to herself. "Thank you," she whispered, her crying considerably slower and calmer now. Wren look at him and lifted a corner of mouth in gratitude. "I appreciate it."