[Kratos catches the glance back but shakes his head. He manages to get both bags in one hand and haul them up; his arms and shoulders are still more than fit enough. He makes sure of that.

[He doesn't intend to disturb the family either, but the sound of his cane on stone draws their attention anyway -- though it hardly stops them from clinging. Acacius lifts his head, tears on his face and breathing ragged, but face shining. His voice is choked.]

Thank you -- thank you, Commander. I can't even begin to thank you.