( Madoka's presence in this world raises an entirely new host of questions: from what point in time was she, how much could she reveal to her of her new form, and could she even protect her in this world? She did feel a sense of calm seeing her friend like this: safe, and moreover, happy. But how long would this last? Or if she could even trust if this was the "real" Madoka. It disconcerted her that she knew not. However, this much does cause her to twist in Madoka's arms to face her friend, wrapping her arms around her small frame, in turn. )
I understand how you feel, Madoka.
( After all, she'd been questioning her own memories by the time they last met. Though, as she remains in Madoka's arms, she's able to feel her cheeks flush in a radiant hue. )
Should we take this elsewhere?
( Now in her field of vision, bearing witness to Madoka's struggling knees. )
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I understand how you feel, Madoka.
( After all, she'd been questioning her own memories by the time they last met. Though, as she remains in Madoka's arms, she's able to feel her cheeks flush in a radiant hue. )
Should we take this elsewhere?
( Now in her field of vision, bearing witness to Madoka's struggling knees. )