Black Morass if it's the last thing I ever do

Fury wanted to frown heavily as the boy, with clear uncertainty, guessed who she was.
Instead, she shook her head gently and corrected him with patience.
"I used to be called Nyra. I wasn't nearly as scarred over the last time you saw me. My name is Fury, now." She told him. 

"Your mom is with us, in the Strath, if you would like to see her again." The Warqueen offered after a brief pause. 
She wouldn't require the boy to re-join the Saints for that, even if the motherly part of her wished to haul him into the safety of their numbers.

She couldn't force him. 
Wouldn't. 
She had too much love and respect for both him and Arlette to not allow Turmeric to have a choice.