Furiosa is equally tactile in her way, as long as she can choose to initiate the touch. Thor, she trusts, because she knows his stories and she's seen what kind of a man he is. She is safe in his company, and he is worthy of her affection. He might doubt that, but Furiosa doesn't. When he puts his arm around her, she settles in against him comfortably and smiles, calm and reassuring.
"It's okay," she tells him. "I don't bite."
(She does bite, but only if it's a life-or-death grapple. One really doesn't want to put one's mouth on people in the Wasteland. You know exactly where they've been and it's nowhere hygienic.)
"You know," she says softly, "I normally don't invite people from the Nexus to visit. There've been a few, but I don't like to bring people from softer worlds. I don't want to see anyone hurt unnecessarily, and I don't want to be pitied. Where I come from is hard and ruthless and it hurts, but the way we face it makes it beautiful."
"But you, you're invited, because I know what it feels like to lose everything, home and people, and to have to keep on anyway, and not know how to. There's nothing harsher than that."
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"It's okay," she tells him. "I don't bite."
(She does bite, but only if it's a life-or-death grapple. One really doesn't want to put one's mouth on people in the Wasteland. You know exactly where they've been and it's nowhere hygienic.)
"You know," she says softly, "I normally don't invite people from the Nexus to visit. There've been a few, but I don't like to bring people from softer worlds. I don't want to see anyone hurt unnecessarily, and I don't want to be pitied. Where I come from is hard and ruthless and it hurts, but the way we face it makes it beautiful."
"But you, you're invited, because I know what it feels like to lose everything, home and people, and to have to keep on anyway, and not know how to. There's nothing harsher than that."