“I have a list.” A carefully organized, incredibly detailed list. Location, occupation, alliance, family ties, personal tastes….Iris could give her King almost any information he could want on everyone she had managed to track down so far. She would easily be able to tell her father of anyone he was curious about. Like family. That information, however, would wait until she got him home.
“Both, then. At least. If you’re free until Friday, you can stay with us. Zephyrus and I. We have a home here and one in New York. It’d be nice to have some time to catch up…..what sort of job are you doing? One where you have to travel?” The question was one Iris put to many people, but in this case, the answer was for her, and not for her list. The next question was also just for her. “Is it something you enjoy? Are you happy?”