His arm was around her shoulders, her arm was around his waist. Iris leaned into him slightly as they walked, and listened to every word he said with nothing short of her complete attention. Not that her father hadn’t always been able to captivate her entirely, but she didn’t want to miss one thing now, not after so long. She was happy to hear that he wanted to travel and so did, that he enjoyed his work.
She was sorry to hear him stop talking about himself - she could have listened to much, much more. She would, in fact, ask him more later. “We can, so we do. I’ve been a few more places, as well…..for work. Zeus is one of those who’s here….I don’t have as much to do as I used to, but there are still things for me to do.” Iris said all this lightly, but since her sister had made her presence known, Iris had been thinking of her, and their choices, and how they had affected everything. Speaking of Zeus to her father wasn’t as easy as it seemed. She had spent the last few months trying to balance family and duty, and on more than one occasion, it had kept her up at night in the guise of organizing, or cooking, or cleaning, or any of a hundred tasks that could easily have been accomplished during the day.