She looked back at him, not sure what she could tell him. She didn’t want to tell him what to do. Iris did enough of that when she was working, organizing and sorting things out, being in control. It was her, she enjoyed it, but sometimes…..she didn’t want to be the one dictating things.
She drew in a deep breath, made a little bit shaky by the tears she’d shed. “I guess I’m just wondering how you’re going to make amends, Zephyrus.” She did wonder….if he was planning to. If he wanted to.