If Madoka's brain didn't immediately kick into overdrive at that last question - as eager to help as always - she would have stood there in awe of just how big his steps are when he takes them like that. Especially compared to Madoka's tiny fourteen year old girl legs.

But for now she's much too busy considering those last two words, not wanting to say anything dumb, but also not wanting to not help out at all--

"Um.." Her hands fidget a little, obviously nervous over what she's about to say. "I think we need to show them that they can trust us.. They don't seem afraid of the Helpmates, and those feed them, so maybe we should try to feed them too..?"