A blow to his ego, this woman was. A blow over and over again. Apollo breathed out his nose and put his hand on Barak's arm. The man tensed all over, a sound between a growl and a gargle coming out of his throat, but Apollo ignored it as he moved on. He started small, with his once-shattered knee, and the torn muscles around it, just to build his familiarity with this body.
If Cin wasn't demanding the teeth then Apollo wasn't going to try and do anything about them - he was almost certain he couldn't, anyway. The cosmetic stuff wasn't important, and wasn't as interesting to heal as the rest, and Apollo did get a bit carried away on the eyes. He'd been hit so hard his sight was fucked, something Apollo doubted would have been easy to pick up, but he'd had a bit of experience with eyes, recently, and there was a certain satisfaction in setting it right.
Eyes led naturally into the brain, since half the issue had been his pulverized occipital lobe. Brains! Brains were incredible. The tiniest thing that went wrong could ruin everything, the tiniest thing healed and perhaps everything would be put back to rights. Maybe he should become a brain surgeon. The things he could do in that role. The people he could fix. Apollo did not think he'd get quickly bored, being a brain surgeon.
But Zeus on a mountaintop, Apollo felt drunk when he finally staggered back, letting the couch catch him. The spinning in his own head... maybe it wouldn't be worth it...
He heard a crash, though, and opened his eyes to see Barak leaping to his feet out of the wheelchair, and instantly staggering sideways and taking down a side table and a lamp with him. Apollo couldn't do a whole lot for disused muscles, either.