MJ's grateful to hear that it had taken Peter time to cope with all of this. At least that means she won't have to feel as though there's something wrong with her if she doesn't immediately spring back to her usually, glass-half-full self.

And then he echoes the half-formed conclusion she'd come to on her own, telling her that having people helps. Having Peter helps. If she'd stumbled across Stark or saw someone sprout wings without having someone like Peter to both metaphorically and literally hold her hand through it all, she would have just laid down on the forest floor and refused to move until a fox or racoon or whatever came along and showed her the way back home.

"I'm glad you weren't alone," she tells him as she picks her head up to look at him, still stressed but offering him a small, genuine smile all the same. "Between Stark and whoever else you met here...."

Somehow, the phrasing of that feels off, making it sound like Peter's met someone rather than simply stating that he's simply much more sociable than she'll ever be. But she opts to ignore it, trying to make this more about him than about herself. "Thank you. For helping me through this."