Voren adjusted quickly, as if he had done this a thousand times before, his movements controlled and exact as he repositioned her stance.
He did not realize that he just crossed a boundary he wasn't supposed to, or perhaps he thought he was training his fellow man.
His hand moved from her waist to her shoulder, steadying her without hesitation, while his other hand corrected the angle of her grip with quiet precision.
"Focus on your breathing," he said, his voice lower now, calmer but firm enough to cut through her tension. "In… and out. Let the shot follow that rhythm instead of forcing it."
Seraphine followed his instructions, drawing in a slow breath and releasing it carefully, trying to quiet the tightness in her chest. When she pulled the trigger this time, the result was different.
The bullet struck the target. It wasn't perfect, landing lower than she intended, but it hit.
