Hermes did as instructed, perched on the chair with both feet tucked under him while he watched Carrick write.
They were letters he'd seen together before, two words. He reached out and traced his fingers over the letters like he might be able to get the paper to tell him. He tried to calm himself enough to focus, to not worry about Carrick being so very disappointed in him. "It says..." The fae licked his lips, taking a slow steadying breath as he closed his eyes remembering all the places he'd seen letters in that configuration before. He could do this. It was only two words.
Opening them again, he fixed the paper with a pained look. "My name?" he said, venturing the most tentative of guesses.