Marco circled, waiting for Thatch and when Thatch didn't come, he got worried. Very worried. Was it all an illusion after all? He flew back to the window and perched on it. Even compressed, he filled up most of the frame. "Forget something?" he gave a worried chirp. It sounded deadpan, flat, but for Thatch it'd be nothing short of Marco expressing fear as much as the phoenix nearly never did.

Seeing Thatch on the floor though, Marco got even more worried and hopped inside to check on his brother. "Hey..." a small whistle and blue wings went around Thatch to protect him from invisible harm.