[ As it should be. (Complete with adorable adopted child, even, except the one Michiru's found here is a lot fuzzier and less likely to end all of existence as they know it.)
Though as much as Haruka would like this moment to last forever, she knows there's a world out there and they better return to it at some point. So she nuzzles Michiru's forehead before stooping down to pick up Naiad's stick, except instead of throwing it she swings it back and forth in one hand. ]
Oh, that's right. I met a friend of yours the other day.