Even with Aphrodite's comfort, which is what Iris knew all of this was, she was still unsure. It felt so much like giving up to ask Love for help. But even with that feeling poisoning her gut, Iris knew she was being the best mother she could be and part of being the best mother she could be was knowing when she was in over her head and asking for advice and/or aid.
Perhaps her son wouldn't end up being an erote. Perhaps this was all just some strange coincidence. Though, if it was, Zephyrus was going to have some serious explaining to do as to why he felt the need to sire children on her sister. But if Pothos was an erote, well... she was going to love him just the same and figure out how to teach him to be the best he could be at being what he was in a wholly ethical sort of way.
If nothing else, maybe at least Pothos would make a friend in Hedylogos. Her son needed friends. He needed to start interacting more with other gods and goddesses.
“I know,” she finally answered Aphrodite. “And thank you. I'll look forward to your visit.” It would give Iris peace of mind to have a definitive answer on it.