Mag finally shattered the stiffness that sat between them for but a moment, not allowing herself to linger in his personal space for too long, but she felt it a necessary thing. Her fingers patted gently at his hand, a soft brush to transfer the static of emotion and then it was gone. "I am sorry to hear of our loss. It is a great one to have to suffer through, and though I was only able to know Monsieur Hannibal for but a short time, I knew his value to your asset. We will miss him dearly." His talent, from what she understood, was unmatched. To be without such great contribution was worth the mourning.
Mag did not want Erik to feel hat he had to grieve upon deaf ears, though. He was all that she had, and she suspected that with him and her it was the same.
She wished only brighter things for him, for both of them and stood to only capture the sunlight. "I am not new to loss and I know what it is like to hold that, to be the only one to understand what it feels like. I am here for you should you need the support." If he didn't, she would not push him. But she would not offer herself to his words if she didn't intend to listen.