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Speaking would ruin the moment, whatever strange moment this is. Philippa can't be here, but impossible is for other ships. She smiles, raising her eyebrow. Michael can hear her teasing that babies are ridiculous, what is Michael thinking...
Philippa knows. She had a child, and she loved her. She understands, perhaps more now that she's been wherever she's been. Laira's asleep, so maybe this is a dream. Philippa's not really tangible, but she's here.
Shifting the sleeping baby in her arms, Michael gestures at her face, then at Laira. They made her, and she's wonderful.
Philippa smiles, shaking her head.