[Perhaps Acacius sees it. Perhaps he's done his own investigations into Yuan. Either way, his gaze is unexpectedly sharp.]

I don't think you understand, Commander. My son is -- not well. Without medicine, without proper care, he would have died. Even if my family had managed to find a safe place in Tethe'alla -- he would have died. I know what people here think of half-elves throwing their weight around. You didn't have to. But you've saved my son's life. That's worth much, much more than I can give.