A wide smile stretched across his lips as he felt her fingers tighten, almost child-like, his reactions. In a way, it suited the moment and his aunt that was the only one present, much like how she along with only a few were present at his birth.
"All in good time, dear aunt. All in good time." Apollo assured both himself and her with a kiss to her fingers before pushing himself into a sitting position again. His side pressed against hers, as his fair head rested on her shoulder. All he wanted was just contact, from something warm and alive, as living and breathing as Poseidon's waters and Gaia's earth, as he was bereft of so much in the Underworld. He closed his eyes and listened to all of them, alive, as well as his aunt's beating pulse.