(Now standing face-to-face with her other self, foreheads touching, she'd hold the back of her fellow's head, making soft brushing strokes on her fellow's hair)
Don't mention it. We look out after one another, right?
There, there~
Bad dreams, go away. Come back when Solaris-3 is gone ("never").
(Nudging her head against the other Phoebe, ensuring complete closeness)
(A fellow Phoebe is here to save her from the invasive thoughts.
Hugging from behind with staff on her right hand, Phoebe lightly taps the beak of the bird in her staff to the forehead of the Phoebe she's hugging)
(Carrying the tiny one to bed, fingers gentle on holding the body to lower it into the bed.
She'll have the big space to her little self for now until big Phoebe makes a bed fitting for the desk side so little Phoebe won't be crushed by the biggie's body)