[Sat on the edge of the steps, Max has spent most of the morning out there, enjoying both the view and the easy access to food. The looks he'd been given by the woman in charge here had been met with a glare as he'd marched out the dining room with platefuls of food and a jug of orange juice. He didn't care what she thought. Had shouldered past her servant and off into the outside air instead for a moment of peace.
Something that's soon interrupted in a rush of sound and bright red hair.
His eyes follow the source curiously, even as he gulps away greedily at the jug of water. But then she's falling to her knees. Is still enough for him to get a good view of her face, and it all clicks.
He knows her.]
Are you hurt?
[His meal gets abandoned for now as he gets to his feet and makes his way over. He might not be as close to the wives as he ended up being to Furiosa, but he isn't about to abandon her again. Especially not in a place like this.]
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Something that's soon interrupted in a rush of sound and bright red hair.
His eyes follow the source curiously, even as he gulps away greedily at the jug of water. But then she's falling to her knees. Is still enough for him to get a good view of her face, and it all clicks.
He knows her.]
Are you hurt?
[His meal gets abandoned for now as he gets to his feet and makes his way over. He might not be as close to the wives as he ended up being to Furiosa, but he isn't about to abandon her again. Especially not in a place like this.]