[Yuan tilts his head unconsciously, giving the set of ideas some consideration. The meal is surely getting colder, but the conversation is currently too interesting to obstruct with eating. In a moment. Or five.]

Peculiarly, it sounds like a similar problem, only in the opposite direction. I... hadn't considered that was possible.

[He's not sure why Kratos is uncertain about that last; it hardly seems anything to be concerned about. Only moderately enlightening, regarding how unruffled Kratos has been, and how even in his dealings despite Yuan's race.]

You had a half-elven friend, in Tethe'alla?

[Other possibilities don't even occur to him.]