It's a hell of a thing to have a spirit greet you like an old friend. Furiosa thinks her heart may have skipped a beat at that smile. She gives Hazel a little bow, but it seems like obeisance isn't her thing so much as general respect, so she doesn't feel the need to overdo it.

The uncertainty in Furiosa's smile fades away to pleasure when she realizes how welcome her gift is. She nods warmly, placing it gently in Hazel's arms. "She calls them her Sprouts," she says with a soft laugh. "The smallest red print, at the edge there, that's from Angha, the Dag's daughter. I told them they should all put their names on their leaf, but not all of them can write yet."

Some of the leaves have tiny letters at the edges, and some just have an 'x' or a small wheel design. "I can't wait to tell them you like it. They were so excited."

Her smile is unmistakably fond now. Furiosa has no biological children and doesn't really serve as a mother, but she does have a lot of warmth in her heart for the upcoming generation, and they for her.