“I did,” said Apollo, and with a hefty and meaningful look, met Avery’s gaze straight on. “I would do all that, and more, for anyone under my protection.”
It was a weighty promise, but what sort of god was he if he couldn’t promise protection (and health, wealth, sight, and like, fucking everything?) to those who believed in him? It was a clear fact in Apollo’s mind that for the vast majority of his history, with only a few (justified!) exceptions, he made people’s lives unquestionably better, it simply was.