The Wind tried to keep calm, to keep even through all of this. He wanted to see Iris' side and try and figure this out. But being screamed out so immensely didn't help. He knew she had a reason for it but it just made him agitated and more on edge himself. It wasn't going to solve or help anything, that much he knew too.
And then there was Pothos. Zephyrus smiled at their son. He always made the two of them happy. It was one of the best days, the day he'd come into their lives. "Your mother is right. This is something we need, and will, work out." He believed that, he really wanted it to. It was beyond frustrating for him to try and be honest with his wife when there were things he couldn't remember. He'd done things that had fast consequences but he had no reason for it. He wasn't attracted to Iris' sister, to no other goddess. It was just Iris. Always just Iris.
Then there was last night and it proved that he had feelings for Iris and her for him. They were insatiable and had awoken tangled together and in the sheets. "It is exactly what I said. I don't know. I am not nor ever have been the slightest interest in your sister. I'm not in the habit of forgetting things, let alone something like that. I'm not insinuating that you are less intelligent than anyone. I just don't know what happened!"
He sighed at Pothos, his face looking so sad and upset. His son was smart and old enough to figure some thing's out or at least have a clue. But what he was saying, it wasn't making any sense at all. "Wait, Pothos what do you mean you can make us happy? You always make us happy, son. Always."