For now, they seemed to behave well enough. It was not as if she attempted to be strict or overbearing but sometimes, well, sometimes it just had to be done. Children were adrenaline filled, adventurous miniatures by definition and yet these three seemed to be filled even moreso with it. Besides, she had seen first hand what neglecting a parental duty did and sometimes she was still haunted by the face of Melek, a child she had tried so desperately to relate to. Covet had ruined that part of her, at least, and yet Sleekwing had done nothing in that way. He had given her something - completed something she had not known was even missing. For that, she wanted to do the best she could do. They couldn't fault her for that, right? Even if meant being groomed and shadowed from time to time?

Whatever worries she seemed to have apparently dissipated when she saw Sleekwing, and instead a new kind of nervousness swept her up. In some way, she was desperate for his approval when it came to them - had she done something right? She'd never asked him if there was a certain... well, a certain anything that his family did a particular way. They had been almost entirely raised on a diet of she and Rogue; Latin and the common tongue, fierce independence and perhaps an attitude problem here and there. She tried not to think about it, though, knowing full well that this was why they had been brought here - they were all going to learn about it. She'd neglected to tell them that she would be in on that learning experience but... they'd get used to it.

When he spoke, she finally breathed out, having apparently been holding her breath for some time. Her tail slowly waved behind her, and she moved forward a step or two to better greet Sleekwing. He seemed... well, healthier and stronger than he had last been. He must have been training. Had he been paying himself special attention in anticipation for their arrival? She had to admit... she could certainly imagine him working harder to impress the children. For whatever reason, she had never doubted his competency as a father figure. Perhaps that assurance glistened in her eyes as she met his gaze, cocking a brow towards the children not a second later.

"I don't think we made bad time or anything. They might have short legs but they're surprisingly fast - don't worry, you'll learn all about that soon enough."

She glanced to the trio with a mischievous grin, remembering when Los had tried to get a little too close to a panicking buffalo.

"Do you think your sister will mind if I stay a while? It gets musty in Glorall, you know."