It was such a mysterious thing for Madoka. The way that people could look at her and hear her, the strange pull of time and space on a mortal body. She had become so used to her conceptual existence, yet this felt so nostalgic and comfortable. But the change has been a welcome one. Madoka soaks in her surroundings with wonder and awe, moving forward with a confidence that surprises her. Then again... Madoka knows that her wish is granted. Even if she's here, she's also back home; Everywhere and every time. Even if her powers aren't working here, she is a fact back home.

So she tries not to worry about anything but the world in front of her. Even if, distantly, she misses the ability to watch over her friends. It's as this lonely thought creeps into her head again that she takes a seat next to a stranger... and then, when she hears that stranger's voice. Well. Nothing can save Homura from the rush of emotion that Madoka feels.

"Homura-chan?" She whispers curiously at first. Her friend's words wash over her in that moment. Madoka stares, dumbstruck by this miraculous reunion. Then she throws herself at her friend, arms spread wide, "Homura-chan!! Homura-chan!!!"