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[glances up from her book and sees Echo. Grinning, the girl jumps up and makes her way over]

Hello, Echo.

Echo's eyes land on Delia and she smiles. "...Echo..."

You have been well? [she asks, tilting her head and throwing her plait over her shoulder]

Echo nods, tilting her own head. "...well..."

[Delia smiles]

That's good. Met many people?

Echo nods, smiling. "...people..."

She shows Delia the screwdriver and shell that she had gotten.

[having never seen a screwdrive, Delia picks it up and turns it over and over in her hands]

Echo does her silent giggle. That was the exact same thing she did when she first saw it.

[she's biting her bottom lip, frowning]

What is it?

"...is it..." Echo shrugs. She has no idea either.

Bother [she mutters, holding it by the handle]

Echo looks around to see if the people who gave it to her are in the bar. She pouts when they're not. So she draws a picture of Warren holding out his hand for the screwdriver that Echo's holding, and Buffy holding out a new one for her to have.

[puts the screwdriver down and peers at the picture, also looking around the bar]

I want to know what is is now...[she says, just a little bit childishly.] A tool, do you think?

"...you think?..." Echo shrugs again. Being a nymph, they don't have much use of tools.

Hmmm...

"...hmmm..."

Echo props up her head on her hand, watching Delia.

I get the shell...[she says slowly, looking up and blushing slightly]

Echo tilts her head at the blush. "...shell..."

It's a pretty shell.

"...shell..." Echo smiles in agreement. She draws a picture of Mike and the lake.

[looks from the shell to the picture and tilts her head, wanting to ask who it is but unable to]

Echo then draws a picture of her and Mike [ooc: the ninja turtle, btw] splashing each other in the lake.

[her eyes narrow and she peers closer]

Michaelangelo?

Echo nods. "...angelo..." She frowns at not being able to say his whole name.

[Delia pats her hand and gives her a smile]

I liked him.

"...liked him..."

Echo's eyes widen and she vigarously shakes her head. It's not like that!

[she frowns, confused for a moment. And then she realizes what Echo thought she meant, and burst into peals of laughter]

Echo doesn't laugh back. She has her hands over her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.

[the laughter stops and Delia looks striken]

Oh, Echo, I didn't mean to laugh, I didn't mean 'like him' like that...oh, I'm so sorry...don't cry, Echo...

"...cry, Echo..." The nymph has her face completely covered by her hands. She doesn't like him like that! She didn't mean to do anything! Silent sobs shake her shoulders.

Echo...[Delia reaches out, and then just hugs her]

Echo, Echo...you didn't do anything wrong...

Echo leans into Delia, still crying.

"...wrong..."

[Delia wraps her arms around, and begins to rock her back and forth gently]

No, darling, nothing wrong, no mistakes, you're just friends, that's good. [her light voice is soothing, hyptnotic, as if speaking to a feverish child]

Echo's shoulders are still shaking, but not by as much. "...good..."

Yes, you did good, Echo. Very good. [Delia kisses her hair, and just continues rocking her]

Soon the shaking stops, but Echo remains in Delia's arms, comfortable. Occationally little shakes happen, but that's only Echo hiccuping.

Pretty Echo [Delia says softly] Good Echo.

A sleepy sounding "...good Echo..." comes from the girl curled up in Delia's arms.

[Delia smiles softly]

Yes, good Echo, Echo who did nothing wrong, Echo who has friends.

"...friends..."

And Echo is fast asleep, nuzzles comfortably in Delia's arms.

[Echo is too heavy for Delia to take upstairs, so the girl merely arranges her more comfortably and stays. Arms still around the nymph.]