Rhiannon winced; something about Her had always offset her. Then again, she was offset by her own longevity since to her it had always seemed stolen.

"Say the word and I'll take you there. I'll watch over them while you're gone. And you're right, we need to look after him but if he's anything like Julius he'll work ways around us anyway." She smiled at the memory of the old man, looking out from the modest summer home at lawn where his children and grandchildren played; an elderly Mrs Ragnarson there as well making sure the old man was comfortable. From that rocking chair the entire world's peace was ensure whether it was known or not; that was the kind of genius Julius had been.

The first of the kids to arrive saluted in a very military style and Rhiannon forced a smile but did not return the gesture, although she held the boy's gaze easily.

"Ludonear... I believe? We're not the army so don't feel obliged to... salute us. We're relying on you guys to improve your ingenuity and, to some extent, become an unorthodox team. Well, whatever you're comfortable with." She had caught sight of Gaius walking up behind the other man, deep in thought; the expression on that so similar face blasting her back to the past. And he was exactly on time, neither early nor late; so typical of his forebear.

"Are we introducing ourselves? Well, I suppose you both know our names... and probably everything else besides that." There was a knowing sparkle in the boy's eyes and Rhiannon felt like she was the student again but shook of the feeling; the boy was unblooded and unskilled relative to Julius even when she had first met the 'Storm God'. Instead she watched as he turned to the other student and held out his right hand.

"Gaius Ragnarson, good to meet you. Let's get on and survive, shall we?"