His breath caught in his throat as she shook his hand. "Are you okay, Rhiannon?" He asked suddenly, seeing the wooziness flash over her. He could feel it in her, she was his sister and sister-in-law. She was Hera, alone and in a woman's shelter. A part of him wanted to smile and the other part was trying not be too much for her unawakened self.
"Please don't call me sir. That makes me feel older than I need to be," he managed to tease. "Is it out if I sit down here?" He gestured to the chair across from her. How could he just leave her at a shelter when he knew where she belonged, though, how happy would she be seeing her husband in his beardless glory?
"I'm a researcher and investor at the Aquarium putting on the Gala," he paused. "I'm sure you heard the spiel." Poseidon allowed himself to smile brightly. "I'm sorry, you looked familiar to me and I thought you were an old friend of mine."