[He let out a soft, not entirely amused, huff of laughter when Helios apologised again, and shook his head.]

Helios, it's fine. Really. I'm glad to help. And you really don't need to apologise.

[And he'd say that for as long as it took for Helios to believe it.

He hummed noncommittally when Helios asked about the spell. Like hell he was going to explain it if he could avoid it.]

I'll have to do just that. [Nope.] Should only take a minute.

[Really, it was kind of a sloppy spell, one meant for emergencies. This qualified because Helios looked rather like he was going to pass out soon.

He pulls a long loop of thread from his pocket, wrapping it around his fingers in a series of complicated loops and twists, pouring his will into the thread until it becomes something not quite physical. He holds the net in his mind and then reaches out to touch Helios's hand lightly, barely more than a brush of his fingers to ground the spell. It's not one that he uses frequently so he'd rather not cut corners yet.

He can feel the strain of it almost immediately, and forces down a grimace. Oh yeah, that's gonna hurt.]

Done. How does it feel?