That's right! I'm called a Puella Magi, and I fight monsters called witches. Like that snow woman! But it's a secret. You can remember that for me, right? [She pressed a finger to her lips in emphasis.] Can I see where you're hurt? [Madoka didn't want to get up and approach her, though; the poor girl was frightened enough.]
Mmhm... [Her shoulders start to sag in relieve. But there was one nagging thought on her mind.] Are you from an art museum? [That witch and magical girl wouldn't be too out of place in there.]
An...art museum? I'm not from one. [Madoka put a hand to her face in thought.] We went to one for a field trip once. But from one, of course not... Why?
[She jut shakes her head.] Never mind... do you know where my Mom and Daddy are? [She glanced over towards a street that had houses lined up around it.]
Ohh, I see. [She took Ib's hand and stood, slowly.] Ah, in that case, you can lead the way? I'd just like to make sure you get there safely, is that okay? And are you hurt? We should take care of that, too, if that's the case...
[She shook her head.] They didn't come after me. But it's okay if you want to come along. [She spoke softly, taking her first steps towards the road ahead.]
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sorry i took so long!! i got super sick, aaaugh
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