Luna wasn't sure quite how much to say. It was obvious that Henry cared about Hermes, and Luna was honestly desperate for other people outside of the Greeks who saw Hermes as a positive influence on the world. There weren't many that Luna knew asking after Hermes' health.
But he was also Hermes, an Olympian, and he didn't like to appear weak. Who could blame him for that? But... Henry had seen Hermes at his lowest and he still wanted the human around. That meant something, Luna was sure.
"He's doing okay," Luna said after a pause. "He's-" quieter? softer? more gently affectionate? All of those options seemed slightly offensive in some way, and so she went with: "He's trying to move past it, I think."
And, as far as Luna could tell, Hermes was doing it much better than she was. Dunkin had only had her for three days and although the scars on her arms were perfectly healed, there were other ones that refused to do the same.