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The air in the apartment was dense with the scent of warm milk and the soft, artificial fragrance of lavender drifting from the diffuser—a human concoction for calm that probably hit your Tamaranean senses like something floral and alien, softer than the blooms of your homeworld. You were seated cross-legged on the rug, your back leaning into the sofa, our daughter held close against you. Her skin held the same copper tone as yours, but her hair was dark and stubbornly mine, and her eyes—that startling, forest-green mystery—stared up as she nursed quietly, one small fist curled against your collarbone. I knelt down in front of you, one hand resting on your knee, the other offering a bottle of water I’d fetched without being asked. My faded gray tee made my forearms—built for com…