Iris wanted to refuse the wine, to say that it was kind to offer but that she should really be going, except that the idea of a bit of wine was so appealing. Well, so was a nap, but between the two it was probably better to accept the offer of wine and then be on her way. So, she nodded in agreement to his offer and found herself leaning into the pillow he generously set down for her.
“Only one cup, though,” she said behind a yawn. “I have to report back to Hera soon.” The pillow was plush and comfortable, cradling her head in just the right way. She'd have to sit back up again to drink but that suddenly seemed like so much work. Maybe something was amiss. Maybe she should head to Epidarus and see Asklepios for herself. It couldn't be natural to be this exhausted so suddenly. In her sleepy state, Iris was not able to add up that it was possible Hypnos was laying his influence on her.
A moment later, her feet were tucked up onto the chaise and she was more comfortable than she could ever recall being. This exhaustion was playing tricks on her. Nothing was more comfortable than her bed. She'd gone to great lengths to assure it was perfect for her and Zephyrus. There was no reason the chaise was more comfortable than that.
Her bed.
Suddenly she was longing for the comfort of her bed. First she would have to have a glass of wine and not just out of diplomacy's sake. Hypnos was generous and kind. She owed it to him after making a request of him. But she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Everything was delightfully soft and subdued.