[She rubs her arms, then down to her legs, the contact comforting and the repeatable motion giving her something to focus on aside from the strangeness of it all.
Her mind races. There was no reaction to her name. Did Furiosa lose some of her memories? Or...? She doesn't know. She wishes the others were here to talk it through with, and for the first time since she can even remember, Capable feels... alone.
It had always been her and the other wives, and then them and Furiosa and then Max had joined, and Nux and they'd been on their way, on their way to the Green Place and then she'd been here and...
Alone, if Furiosa confirmed there was no one else.
She swallows hard, thinking of running into Max back in the house. Maybe he'd know more about Furios's... Condition?
Capable turns toward Furiosa, eyeing her again and then her hair. There's brushes and things near-by and it's...weird. She could distinctly recall Furiosa calling her spoiled once upon a time and now look at them. She was in the water too. It's not something to hold over Furiosa's head, especially if she doesn't remember it, but there's an irony there that isn't lost on Capable.
Either way, after receiving her answer and digesting it a bit, Capable offers a quick, small smile.] Well... Let me wash your hair for you. I'll braid it back. Keep it out of the way.
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[She rubs her arms, then down to her legs, the contact comforting and the repeatable motion giving her something to focus on aside from the strangeness of it all.
Her mind races. There was no reaction to her name. Did Furiosa lose some of her memories? Or...? She doesn't know. She wishes the others were here to talk it through with, and for the first time since she can even remember, Capable feels... alone.
It had always been her and the other wives, and then them and Furiosa and then Max had joined, and Nux and they'd been on their way, on their way to the Green Place and then she'd been here and...
Alone, if Furiosa confirmed there was no one else.
She swallows hard, thinking of running into Max back in the house. Maybe he'd know more about Furios's... Condition?
Capable turns toward Furiosa, eyeing her again and then her hair. There's brushes and things near-by and it's...weird. She could distinctly recall Furiosa calling her spoiled once upon a time and now look at them. She was in the water too. It's not something to hold over Furiosa's head, especially if she doesn't remember it, but there's an irony there that isn't lost on Capable.
Either way, after receiving her answer and digesting it a bit, Capable offers a quick, small smile.] Well... Let me wash your hair for you. I'll braid it back. Keep it out of the way.