Without prompting, Hermes settled at his place next to Carrick's feet. This would be an easier conversation to have if he didn't have to look at his Master. "Thank you for giving it the time, my lord," he said softly. His hands settled on his knees, posture as demure as possible shoulders slightly bowed forward, but this at least was a position he could hold for a good long while.
"There were things left out, but...it's mostly more of the same." He was sure Carrick could fill in the blanks easily enough. Whatever his master thought about things, at least he had a near complete accounting of Hermes' life before him, which was more than most masters cared for or got from slaves they hadn't known since their birth.
"Was my writing acceptable?" He knew it was. He could turn a phrase artfully in conversation. It wasn't at all difficult to translate that poetry to paper save for having to look up how to spell things. He'd had a great deal of time. It wasn't too much of an impediment.