ooc: sorry for the wait hun
Wren didn't hear the girl approach, his sobbing now slowed to slight hiccups, but he looked up when he heard her scuttle closer. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand to dry them, tilting his head at the tiny child who approached. He flinched when she threw something, but it was to him not at him and he reached out to pick it up, his stomach growling when it realised it was food.
Hungry and desperate as he was, he looked from the sandwich back to the girl and wondered if he should take it from her - wasn't that wrong? Wouldn't it be wrong to take something like this from a child? She was encouraging though and Wren's stomach didn't have the same concerns as Wren's shot brain did. He'd unwrapped the thing and wolfed it down in a matter of seconds, barely stopping to chew, almost eating it with the wrapper still on.
He licked the crumbs from his fingers and the palms of his hands and then from around his mouth as well, his stomach grumbling at it's first proper meal in days. "Thank you, small bug, little mouse." He said, not approaching in case he scared her, watching her with big grey eyes. "I like your boots. They're purple." he informed, as though she didn't know.