Phil smiled as he transferred his daughter in Darcy's arms. He couldn't possibly curb the grin on his face watching her with the little one because it was just so easy to picture them doing this with their own daughter. "Very weird," he agreed, "but I'm curious. You weren't here for her I don't think, but Bruce and Maria's daughter, Moon, was here for a bit before she decided to go back to Arva's temple. She was...not at all like her parents." But very sweet and a gentle soul. He wondered what his daughter would be like in a few months when she would be eighteen and ready to join them on this part of the island.
"You're good with her," he commented, though it wasn't without purpose. Phil was probing in his subtle way to discover when she might want to go through the experience herself. And then, perhaps, if she wanted him to be the one to help her.