He watched the way her face, her entire body, relaxed when she sat. It always pleased him to be able to give that to people, even though he partially caused the need for it. There was never a day when he was not surprised, however, by how hard people fought against his influence. How did they not understand that he was there to help them? Sleep was refreshing, healing, soothing. It allowed the body and the mind to rest and replenish.
And who would need that more than the messenger of the queen of the gods? Hera was a terribly busy goddess, and she would certainly demand that her attendants keep up. Iris, more than any other servant, would be constantly in motion. There was much that Hera would have to communicate. Iris needed the respite.
It was for that reason that he would acquiesce and send his sons to deliver the message. Not because Hera had requested it. He did not always have to say yes to her, not for her sake alone. In this instance, he was going to be helping Iris, the beautiful messenger, rather than the alluring queen. She wouldn't have to know that, she could continue to think that the world, or more specifically Sleep, bent to her will. He would know better.
As Iris reclined, Hynos knelt beside the chaise so that his face could be level with hers. His hand stretched forward to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. It was as silky as it had appeared, he noted. “There are those that enjoy causing tears, but I don't know if anyone actually handles tears well, dear rainbow. I suspect there is more to your side of the story than just that. As long as you are here, why don't you elaborate? I like a good story.”
In a few minutes, he would tell her that he'd send a son or two or twelve to deliver the dream she'd been sent to ask for. But he liked her relaxed, it pleased him to see her slowly sinking into the comfort he'd provided for her. It would be lovely if she would nap. The Dreams could take care of her request even as she slept.