Homura didn't mind. Well, perhaps no one who knew the truth of magical girls could ever truly 'not mind' being one. But if it was for Madoka, if Madoka was right here looking at her, if they could simply reach out and touch each other...

"I'm fine." It was all she needed to keep going. Despite her own concerns for Madoka, she was even smiling. Perhaps it was a fond eye, but she saw no changes in Madoka - There was the cute hairstyle, the gentle smile, the ribbons so similar to the ones she'd noticed on Homura. "As long as you're here."

It was as if she half expected Madoka to disappear right in front of her eyes. Part of her did expect it.