So soft, comfortable and suddenly... warmer. Not unnaturally warm where it would cause her great alarm, but the sort of warm that spoke of being nestled into a cloud of pillows and blankets. Which of course, being of the winged variety of divinities, she knew all too well the comforts of the clouds. But right now, this was just as heavenly as anything the heavens had to offer. Iris felt her lids grow heavier and she, in a more rested state, would be embarrassed to admit she was falling under Sleep's clever spell.
“Just... rest... my eyes,” she said quietly, but her eyes were already closed and she was collapsing deeper and deeper into the chaise and pillow. She felt so overwhelmingly heavy and all Iris had to do was just release the little bit of tension held in her neck and shoulders she'd fall completely to sleep.
A moment later her eyes shot open, “No... I can't. I have to...” Yawn. “I have to go to...” Softly, slowly, the tension eased out of her shoulders then from her neck. It was the last bit of fight she had left in her when her hand stuck out and claimed Hypnos' wrist. “I can't...” Iris' eyes closed again and her hand went limp a fraction of a second after, and with that, she was out.