Wren said nothing, made no move or sound as his new/old friend forced entrance into a place of shelter, used to his travelling companion doing this now and again. He almost missed the relative cosiness of the tarp over them both and he still clung to the man once the tarp had been removed, unobtrusive as the young hanging onto a possum with his tiny 4'10" against his new friend's towering 6'5". The darkness bewildered him a little, frightened him so that he curled his fingers tighter against the man's clothing, his mind flicking back to the many years that a small dark room not unlike this one had been the only home he'd known.
He shook his head that he was uninjured and blobless, his mind playing tricks with him, more far away than present. He reached a hand towards the man's face, unable to reach it by feet. "Not hurt?" he asked gently, his tone worried. "You 'kay?" his hand rested somewhere on his friend's abdomen where he could reach comfortably, half petting and half feeling in a way that was diagnostary and suggestive at the same time. "You're good, a good one, you're not hurt?" he wanted to know, trying his best to reassure in one of the few ways he knew how.