Somner and Aphrodite knew what the tombstone meant, even when they no longer had the ability to read Medieval Irish.
Once they left to return to their real selves, the memories of knowing the ancient language and even the memories of the bodies they inhabited had faded and become fuzzy.
The only thing they recall was what they did in that time period….
Which were honestly the only ones that mattered.
They knew Hermes must have felt a sense of loss. They saw him giving the flowers and kneeling by the tombstone as an act of grieving.
But then…
As Hermes' fingers lingered against the engraving, his voice slipped out, low and deliberate.
"Every day, we hold funerals."
Somner blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
