Good.

[Yuan quashes the urge to flee before that set of grateful gazes. It's beneath him to flee something uncomfortable.]

[He unfolds himself enough to offer the card from immigration to Acacius.]

There are follow-up check-ins, for permanent citizenship. The details are here. You shouldn't encounter any difficulty, but if more things need to be signed, I shouldn't be difficult to find.

[It's... an oblique offer of help. It's as far as Yuan's going.]

I'll leave you to your reunion.