Not in a hurry (a miniheadcanon)
Hernan doesn’t notice right away. Maybe it’s because Kirk doesn’t shy away, doesn’t twitch and pull away from his touch. It’s only after the whole thing is over, after Kirk lost most of what he still had in this world, that Hernan gets the first glimpses.
There is no funeral - there are no bodies to bury after all - Kirk’s face set in stone, his eyes hidden behind the red glasses of his Batman uniform as he opens the small urn and lets its contents out. He doesn’t say anything. Instead he watches as what’s left of what was his best friend at one point gets snatched up by the wind, before getting lost forever.
Hernan doesn’t notice until Bekka steps forwards, touches Kirk’s shoulder and Kirk tenses, one of his fangs slipping through his bottom lip, tearing at it. It’s gone as soon as it appears though, and if Bekka noticed the way Kirk’s muscles pull she doesn’t say anything. Hernan doesn’t think much about it either - it ought to be the stress, the sadness and mourning Kirk’s going through.
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