Echo did not reply for a moment before looking up at Flameclaw. Her eyes had a curious light to them, as if she saw something amazing in the single red flower. Though when she realized a question about her brother had been asked. The light faded to a mysterious and sad shine... an odd mixture of understanding was there too, as she thought of her brother. "Even an angels wings tire, and require a break..." she murmured certainly, getting up slowly and fluidly. The movement making her seem beyond her years in experience with life. When she blinked, she peered up at Flameclaw once again. "My brother will do anything to keep my own light from dying out, even if it means using his wings until his vanishes... can you keep his light on with your fire Flameclaw? lest he disappear." Her voice was a pleading one.