Prometheus made a fond noise, not bothered in the slightest at Hades bossing him about like that. It was just like old times, really, so he gently tucked Hades closer to him, paddling lazily towards the shore. It was when his feet hit sandy ground, slowly heaving his bulk out of the seawater, that he sensed the aether swirling strangely, heralding a teleportation magic that bypassed the Lifestream currents. He didn't recognise the incoming aether signature.

He paused uncertainly, his forelegs unconsciously bending a little in a sort of 'guard' position like an uneasy dog when the teleport magic concluded. His feelers flicked up, his 'sight' sharpening into focus as the intruder spoke-

"Oh! It's just Lahabrea," he said, easing out of his defensive posture with a relaxed flick of his tail. Strange how he didn't he recognise his aether initially but, well, it's been a while, he supposed. He didn't immediately recognise Hades either, so his reincarnation probably knocked a few minor details out of his memory, probably.

"You been doing weird experiments with your Akadaemia students again?" Prometheus said curiously, sniffing the air as he picked out the strange smears of aether mingled in Lahabrea's. He didn't recognise it, but like with Hades, something about it itched his memory. It even looked similar to what Hades had mixed in with his... "Your aether had a weird tint to it..."