"That redheaded girl of yours will pinch your ear for asking a question like that. She's gone to sleep, now, but she's been sitting a vigil at your bedside, waiting for you to wake. She wrapped most of those, you know."

Nodding at the kit of bandages. Furiosa is never entirely comforting, but she does, for Capable's sake here, try.

"We took the Citadel. She wants you to see the world she's building here."