Pan was charming, even injured and mumbling like he had been when he first got to the cabin he had a way about him that was hard to deny. Regardless of her current condition and his, he somehow found a way to make Echo feel what she imagined a blushing schoolgirl felt like. Honestly, while she wasn't exactly sure what it was, she was certain Pan had that in spades. The little hint of amusement on his face as she sat next to him was enough to remind her that this whole situation was a little on the surreal side; it wasn't like anyone could ever imagine a nymph and a God hanging out listening to music eating snacks, but here they were. Echo, the wannabe domestic, and Pan, the semi-willing test subject for her dreams of normalcy. She wasn't holding him here against his will, he was welcome to catch a ride off the mountain with Narcissus whenever he liked, but while under her roof she was going to make sure he didn't want for anything.
When she had first contacted him after the darkness had lifted, Echo had been concerned by his responses to her text messages. It had taken a bit of pleading and a minor tantrum on her part, but soon enough Narcissus had agreed to help Echo out by getting Pan and bringing him to the cabin where he could heal in peace. She knew that Narcissus was not thrilled about the arrangement, but Echo was willing to divide all her time between caring for Pan and making sure Narcissus knew that he was (still) the singular most important man in her life. Her only real worry was juggling both in such a way that neither man felt slighted or as if they were less important than the other.
Thankfully, or perhaps not, she had yet to see any signs that the delicate balance wasn't playing out as well as she'd like, so if there were any problems she remained blissfully ignorant of them. Instead, Echo had been doing everything she could since Pan's arrival to make sure things were as perfect as possible for him. One of the perks of only being able to repeat what others said was that any arguments that might have sprung up between her and Narcissus seemed almost amusingly one-sided, or even a little comical as all she could really do was parrot his own words back to him until one or both of them got sick of it and stopped.
Swallowing her bit of apple as he spoke, she bit her lower lip slightly as she looked him over. He was still bruised and scratched up, but his actions gave the impression that his mind was clearer so she felt that was a good step in the right direction.
"Not broken, am I?" She shook her head in the negative, hoping to imply that he wasn't, at least not irrepairably so. Pulling out a notebook, she wrote quickly. 'Your head is healing, bruises and scrapes fading. You'll be back to good sooner than you know it.'