When Furiosa passes the stranger she barely notes her appearance. A woman, fine-boned and petite--a bit like the Dag in appearance, only shorter. But the question couldn't have caught her attention harder if it had been whispered directly into her own ear, and when she turns to blink at the questioner--
Well. Look, Furiosa isn't oblivious to the unsettling feeling. She hasn't encountered too much in the Nexus or on her home turf that is this kind of supernatural. And she knows not-normal when she sees it, but she's also susceptible to a woman's voice and a question she's asked herself many, many times before.
"I don't...have children of my body," she answers. "I can't. Supposedly."
She could probably have a doctor in the Nexus look into that, actually, and change whatever the problem is. She's thought about it, but then if she did want to go ahead with breeding, she'd have to choose a father, and she's not entirely ready for that. If she ever will be. "A lot of our motherless pups call me their Initiate mother, though. That means more than I have words for."
"I've thought about it." She takes a couple steps closer, cautious. "Are you comfortable, standing there? I could find you a place to sit."
The hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end, but she's ignoring the instinctual alarm. Mother is a powerful concept in this woman's mind, whether it means 'benevolent caregiver' or 'devouring creatrix'.
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Well. Look, Furiosa isn't oblivious to the unsettling feeling. She hasn't encountered too much in the Nexus or on her home turf that is this kind of supernatural. And she knows not-normal when she sees it, but she's also susceptible to a woman's voice and a question she's asked herself many, many times before.
"I don't...have children of my body," she answers. "I can't. Supposedly."
She could probably have a doctor in the Nexus look into that, actually, and change whatever the problem is. She's thought about it, but then if she did want to go ahead with breeding, she'd have to choose a father, and she's not entirely ready for that. If she ever will be. "A lot of our motherless pups call me their Initiate mother, though. That means more than I have words for."
"I've thought about it." She takes a couple steps closer, cautious. "Are you comfortable, standing there? I could find you a place to sit."
The hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end, but she's ignoring the instinctual alarm. Mother is a powerful concept in this woman's mind, whether it means 'benevolent caregiver' or 'devouring creatrix'.