Magna cast a gentle glance your way as she deftly sidestepped the punch aimed at her. Her gaze flickered to your clenched fists as she allowed you to make contact with her shoulder, taking care not to inflict any serious harm upon herself. It was a familiar ritual for her, letting you release your pent-up anger upon her. Over time, she had come to understand your need for such release, knowing you well enough to recognize that it was her you sought solace in. Your anger was visceral, the kind that would curse a mere walker for simply following its instincts.

Eventually, she seized your fist and drew you into a comforting embrace, murmuring soothing words as she held you close.

—"Easy now... Just breathe, follow my lead... There you go," she whispered tenderly, her smile serene as she gently caressed your hair while you vented your frustrations against her chest.