"But this has changed." What sort of disaster caused that blasphemy to happen? Perhaps she ought to pay this reality a visit, the idea was offensive to her.

Not enough perhaps to goad any immediate response but... it was still an idle consideration. She'd wait for her to come back, plenty of time to chat with other people or, more likely, unnerve a lot of people and ensure she'd be entirely alone by the time Furiosa came back.

Whatever beast Furiosa returned with, she spent very little time examining it, simply reaching for the bundle and the drink.

"It is fine, the way it is."

A human woman would think twice perhaps, about eating raw meat and drinking wine while so heavily pregnant, but well... Godspawn didn't follow the same biological rules. Whatever was gestating inside of her would hardly be negatively effected by it's mothers meals. Probably quite the contrary.

Once given the dead little beast, what still looked like normal, blunted, delicate little human nails would easily slice the belly open. Bone white hands drawing out ropes of entrails, the heart, the lungs and stomach.

Offal first, it was after all so rich with nutrients. The effortless way she cracked the animal's skull seemed more reminiscent of the smashing of a sparrow's egg, with how simple it was to her, spooning out the brain with her hand as this too was devoured with calm, measured care.

All inter-spaced with occasional, dainty, direct sips from the bottle, the blood nearly indistinguishable from the wine within it.