It is? Oh, [and now it's Erina's turn to breathe a sigh of relief.]

Thank goodness! I had such a time trying to draw it out again by memory, but it's on your gravestone at home, and I kept thinking to myself, Erina Joestar, you spent days and days and days next to that stone, how can you not remember?

[Though it felt a bit wrong to discuss a gravestone on a birthday, it would be dishonest of her to claim she knew it at one stroke. Taking her kerchief from her pocket, she gently dots at the corners of his eyes.]

Are you happy, then, my love?