Putting his mind right after all of this is going to be a slow process; solving the more cryptic parts of Ze'mer's letters was far easier than making sense of his feelings. As a result he's just distant enough to look like he's snapping out of a daze when he hears the sound of pen on paper.

The thank-you earns them one of those little bows of his head that he's been imitating straight from the Knight, whether or not they look up to see it. It also gets him to rest his hand on their head for a moment while they finish writing the rest, and he barely thinks about that.

The rest is given a quick thought, and then he swipes up a few papers from the bed and leafs through them to double-check something.

"...Khukri... I'd written that off as another nickname." In his defense he's not thinking straight lately. "Ah, I see! It's the only one that's been written in all three languages, I overlooked that. Yes, you're right, I think. Should I copy it down for you, or will you be using common script?" It's not a question that they should add it to the grave, he already wholly agrees.