It's a girl. Scorpius cries some more and stumbles forward, almost slipping on the smooth floor. Somehow he manages to make it to the bed next to his mother before his legs give out, then rests his head on her shoulder, damp from the strain, but what the hell - and looks down at his sister, who gazes unfocusedly through her ice-blue baby eyes. A shock of blonde hair peeps out of the towel she is wrapped in.