[Not a particularly enlightening answer, he has to say... He supposes that is also not surprising. Even back down in the holy tomb, it seemed as though Rhea kept things close to her chest. Even with the Professor sitting upon that throne, her reaction back then...]

[If he asked her about that, would there be a point? An answer? What if she has not even reached that part of her life yet?]

[He can't let himself get sidetracked.]

They are indeed, Lady Rhea. This place... deals with more than the travel between different lands. People can arrive here from the same place, having spent most of their lives together, and yet recall very different points in those same lives.

For example... One person can come from the start of a war, and another can be from the aftermath.

[He glances back down to Kent, who has taken the time to shift forward just enough to extend his snot for some short sniffs. Perhaps it is mere bias, but he likes to look to his Pokemon to see if things are going well. Kent doesn't seem particularly bothered, or distrustful... But then, Kent doesn't seem bothered by much, often.]

...It has been five years since I last saw you, Lady Rhea, down in the tomb.