Her echoing wasn't somehing she could escape. It was entirely her own unique characteristic. And she hated it. She hated Hera for making her repeat others' words.
Echo continued to make her echoes as quiet as possible. Whatever could be said of her voice, at least it wasn't a harsh sound. It was gentle and almost songlike. She wished she could speak freely. She missed being able to do so, but she knew that was a blind ambition. She just sat there as quietly as she could and waited anxiously to see what he had planned. While she had dressed up, she also hadn't gone overboard because she knew no matter what he had planned it couldn't possibly be over the top. Why would he ever go to such extremes for her?