"You can repay me in crafting supplies," Altair said, easily. Not to dismiss Thrawn's feelings for seeing his brother again, of course. He could tell how much this meant to Thrawn. Had Thrawn been human, Altair was certain he'd be crying. Maybe he should demand a holo of his current expression. He'd never seen him show his emotions so easily.

"In all seriousness, you are not in my debt. I saw someone in trouble, and I wished to save them, is all. You are ensuring the safety of the people I am fond of in this time, you have given me a place to call home aboard this ship, and a purpose once more."

He hesitated, before reaching to grasp his arm, giving a gentle and comforting squeeze, careful so that his clawed gloves wouldn't snag on any threads in that pristine uniform, "I am glad I could bring your brother back to you. If accepting that we are even is not enough, then I am serious that I will ask for no more than pretty thread and sturdy needles. And perhaps the occasional ball of yarn or length of fabric."

That last part was just a jest, of course. He wouldn't demand much at all.

He smiled, not that it could be seen with his mask, "What sort of monster would take advantage of the feelings you must be feeling right now?"