Hermes found himself smiling again. This, he could do. He might not have known what things said, but letters were just shapes.
He held the pen and copied them in a way that exactly mimicked Carrick's handwriting above minus the extra lines he added. He looked sheepishly up at his Master. "The were who used to make me do chores to her impossible satisfaction also really liked to have me copy things exactly. I didn't know what I was copying all the time, but you um...don't need to know how to read to know how to make duplicates."