Echo waited until the opening of the dragon's wings gave her his unspoken permission to approach further. She reached her arm out slowly, leaving a gap of several inches to prevent the heat from her hand accidentally scalding the delicate material. The liquid like substance receded from her fingers, leaving a thin layering of flesh behind that was her true body, beneath the armour of her outer skin. Like pliers, she gently removed the shards of metal from his wings, with a hint of unnatural dexterity and efficiency that made the areas most sensitive, less so to the pain based on the angles of removal. With every piece she pulled out, it was tossed over her shoulder or more often flung at an approaching human who would only be a nuisance, until she was finished within a few minutes time. Being so, she returned back to her initial place ten yards away, watching the dragon's movements carefully for any pieces she may have missed.