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Doe sorrowed, inwardly, to hear that her lover's heart was not so open as her own. Too, she knew that Szymon had come to love her through trial and error, tooth and nail. It'd not been easy to fall for her, but a long and difficult descent down the face of a mountain. No, her man was too wary to fall in love. It was something he'd had to work for. And Doe doubted he would make the same climb for Furiosa - at least, not easily. But he would endure her for Doe's sake, as he'd endured Qilaq. As he would endure the life that now grew within her.

Perhaps he would never have the depth of feeling that Doe so easily attained, but she knew that if it came down to, Szymon would protect what Doe loved as readily as he protected Doe herself.

"Your restraint is appreciated," murmured Doe, reaching up in an attempt to cleanse the fine, pointed ears of her wicked love. There is something about you, she thought, that is very much like the sea. Wild and roiling, ferocious without effort. Doe's admiration only grew as she found more supporting evidence for this comparison. Perhaps Szymon would resent her at first, but in time, he would have to see what a magnificent creature she was. The desire to tell her so was strong, but the words fell short of what she truly wanted to express, and such compliments seemed fickle in light of Furiosa's own show of devotion.

Instead, she resumed her grooming more vigorously, biting and teasing as Furiosa had done for her.