Unable to stop herself from blinking at the gesture, she was momentarily thankful for the curse which kept her from speaking her mind openly. The thoughts flitting through her mind were almost embarrassing to admit to, and giving them voice would have only made it worse. Instead, she squeezed his hand for a moment as she stared down at the bump obscuring her lap to compose herself. Echo felt like crying.
"It'll be okay," she repeated, her voice thick with the tears she really wanted to let flow. She hadn't told him anything about what Eros believed of Narcissus, but maybe if he stuck around after the party ended she'd get a chance to. The fact that she hadn't been able to bring herself to confront Narcissus was part of the reason, but the other part was Eros' insistence that someone out there would want her. Gestures like this made it hard for Echo to stop herself for wishing she could find someone like Pan.