"Do you know why I call him our child, MacCoy?" Eleen asked, her baby in her arms.
"No, I don't suppose that I do," Dr. McCoy said. Straightening his back, he added, "If you could enlighten me?"
"Because," she said with a smile, "you are the first man who persisted in caring for me, with no ulterior motive or cause. You helped, without asking for anything in return. Not even his father did that."
Bones shrugged. "Well, I'm a doctor, it's my job where I'm from."
"Well," Eleen sighed, "things are different here. So, thank you."
Bones looked warily at the encampment. Surely this would not be the end of Eleen and her son's struggles. "Sorry that I couldn't stay longer."
"You have done enough. Tell me, what is yours and the captain's first names?"
"Leonard, and the captain's is James."
Eleen nodded. "Then it has been decided. He will be Leonard James Akaar."
"That's quite the high honor," Bones said, surprised.
"The highest." Eleen reached out and squeezed the doctor's hand. "Goodbye, MacCoy. Your people are waiting for you."
And so he left, hoping for a good future for both Eleen and his namesake.