"W-Well, I don't.. um, I don't think he really made the arrows..!" Madoka can't help but say that much, suddenly looking over at Alfredo with wide eyes. As if the very idea of causing such a small, dumb misunderstanding is enough to get the girl a bit panicked - but then again, maybe she's a tiny bit on edge. She'll be fine with some sleep and a return to the regular (usual) train calm. "They always just formed on the bow he gave me out of nowhere.."

Hence why it was so convient. But now it's gone.

Madoka grows quiet, then slowly nods.

"You're right though.. Maybe someone else could at least make different arrows. The regular ones I have aren't really much good.." Unless they're fighting something that could actually take an arrow to the knee. "Though I wouldn't know who to ask. And I don't want to inconvenience anyone.."