You stroke her hair gently. "Mami, my point is that they're your friends, too. Just like me," you say, smiling at her.
Mami doesn't respond, simply returning to leaning her head against you.
You exhale slowly, returning to rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. This... is really something that needs to take time to heal, you think. And maybe therapy, but then again, Japan. Your mind wanders a little, a thought you've been turning over for a while bobbing to the fore. Who are you? Apart from the obvious?
You... think you were created by Madoka's Wish, last loop. And you think Homura thinks so, too. You could technically call Madoka mom, in that case. Momdoka? Madomom? You can only imagine the expression on Homura's face if you said that in front of her. Or called her mom.
Mami shifts, turning in your arms to press closer into your side as your hand slows.