The pressure on Henry's stomach was uncomfortable, and he gritted his teeth. But he had survive devil torture, and this was nothing compared to that. Instead he reached out to cover Apollo's hands with his own, since Apollo had gone white as a sheet and maybe he needed the comfort too?
His back felt warm and tingly which was such and odd sensation, as it repaired itself. Then awareness flowed downward, until he could feel how cramped his legs were, and he could wiggle his toes. "Oh my -! OW! It's AMAZING!"