Apollo's eyes never left her, completely focused on her for the moments in which she was completely focused on Barak. The corners of his mouth tightened ever so slightly when she pulled away, but then Apollo gave Barak's chair a push over the threshold and let Cin close the door behind them.
He'd pushed the central coffee table aside before she arrived, and now he placed Barak where it had been, and sat on the couch, facing him. Barak carried the scent of the home with him, cleaning product and boiled meat and some faint mix of more unpleasant smells. Up close and facing him, Apollo could see the nose that had been broken several times, the missing teeth, the deep gashes in his ear and eyebrow.
There was only one way to start - body first, and then brain. Apollo wasn't dealing with a fully cognizant man in a crippled body, that sounded like a nightmare. Probably for Barak as well, on second thoughts.
"I've never tried regrowing teeth before," Apollo commented out loud, as he assessed Barak's damage, limb by limb. "He still might have to deal with dentures."