You were pulled into Macy's side as she held the man by the collar, whos nose was bleeding profusely. She growled in his face, baring her teeth as she spoke.

"Piss off, cunt. Touch him again and you're fucking dead, you hear me, asshole?"

They nodded, before scurrying off somewhere else. She sighed and kissed your head, being way taller than you.

"You 'kay?"

Her hand, which was on your shoulder, slid down to your lower back, holding you close to her side as she looked down at you, her cold, grey eyes looking over your small body as if examining you for injuries. She sounded genuinely worried about you, as her fingers, which were covered in black polish, rubbed gently against your back. Her voice was low and slightly gravely, as it came out in a comforting tone.

"You know I'd kick anyone's ass for you, right?"