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Who: Furiosa and YOU, Furiosa and First Breath, Furiosa and Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today

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[A lot has gone on lately, many different conversations that in some form or another had Furiosa thinking about home. Even her experience ~~headbutting~~ helping Max took her back, and while she has been in the Fleet for some time now, the curiosity about the fate of those they left behind hasn't lessened. It's been unsaid, and she tries not to worry herself about it since there's nothing she can do, but she wonders. How would everyone fare? Who would take up in her stead? The Wives? The remaining Vuvalini? The past week has made it hard to forget about, so maybe if she indulges in dwelling in it]

[She opens a video, looking slightly worn after the debacle with Max's tooth and her own lingering concerns about home, but otherwise she seems to be doing well.]

Does anyone else wonder about the state of the homes we were pulled from? Anyone ... else ... feel like they're missing out on responsibilities?

First Breath

Mandatory target practice for those who received guns.

Encrypted to Tyrion Lannister

So. You've been busy.

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[She looks at him, then looks at her hands, picking at her prosthetic. She's not used to being incapacitated and this twice now since she's arrived.]

Maybe you're right. [It's not an easy thing to admit. She starts planning, maybe she'll go back to the bridge and curl up in her chair, like she's done before. She stands with that intent, but the motion is careless and two fast for how things have progressed; there's a rush in her skull and for a moment she very nearly blacks out. She catches herself on the wall, cursing under her breath. So far so good, right Max?]

[He frowns, then rises up with a grunt to his feet. He motions to the bed, a no-nonsense way about him, much like the Max she'd seen when he explained to go on without him in the bogs. The one who was sure of himself, sturdy and capable, giving orders like it was an atrophied limb being brought back to life. When she seems like she may crumple again, he puts his hand on the inner part of her arm, as he'd done when they were on the Gigahorse, driving onto the lift up to the towering rock above.]

Lay down. Rest.

I'll bring you medicine. It'll help.

[But he won't go until you sit down, okay. More gently:]

Don't need to be tough about it around some fool like me.

[There is a small, slight hesitance, but it's short lived. She recognizes now she'd probably never make it to the bridge in one piece, and it wouldn't really do for a crewmate to find their captain passed out in the hallway, would it?]

[But even though the circumstances are less than idea, it's good to see this part of Max resurface. She trusts it. She trusts him, more over than any one else in this fleet, but in general. She lets him usher her to the bed and she pulls herself onto it. It's been a while since she's used it, spending so much time on the bridge, but it does have its own strange comforts. Even as she starts to lay down she can feel her body trying to give in to sleep, but she struggles against it for a few more moments.]

Katniss - first mate. Put her in charge. My orders. [That's why they'd had that talk. She didn't know if it was quite official yet but they had at least put the contingency in place when she was sick before on the ice planet.]

[He hums at her orders (a "yes", as far as he's concerned), draping a blanket over her legs for her to do with as she pleases. But he recalls Peggy's anxiety and it makes him more cautious to keep his distance from the bed; though it's not something he addresses aloud, he'd been a little freaked out at his actions being taken in any way but neutrally concerned back then. So. He'll try to keep an obvious space. Respect the space. Furiosa didn't have any wits about her to object to his closeness in the gigahorse, anyway. And circumstances were different.

He vanishes and comes back with a glass of water and the pills to help dull the headache and nausea. Content with as much, he moves to sink down at the side of the bed, arm splayed on the top of one knee.]

Sleep.

[It's unspoken: don't feel concerned about any intruders; he'll keep an eye out for you.]

[Furiosa trusts Max, there's no flinch or negative reaction when he drapes the blanket over her, although she does take it and pull it up to tuck around her shoulders. She's feeling chilled and flushed all at once and wants to just sweat it out. She nods off while he's out, needing to be prodded awake when he returns with the medicine, but she'll take it without complaint. Once that's over, she hunkers back down within the blanket and allows herself to follow his suggestion to sleep.]

[Knowing he's there keeping watch means it's a deep and restorative slumber. She trusts him to have her back.]

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