Zephyrus studied her face and listened to her words when she took his hand. He wondered if what she told him was a revelation or just something he needed to know. It came to him as a revelation; while he had been brooding about the difference between allegiances, Iris' first thought didn't seem to be the same.
Maybe this war and argument was the same. Keeping the habit, trying to do what they all did suited them.
His hand moved underneath hers, sliding the palm against the bottom of her fingers, using his thumb to stroke across them. His other reached over to brush a lock of hair away from her face, while his lips gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead.
All silent gestures for words that he didn't know how to say.