“Yes, yes I can feel it!” Nozomi said. “It’s so warm and inviting and—!”

And soon that power briefly engulfed Nozomi, dying out as the magic dims. The outfit once in her hands is now on Nozomi, replacing her old outfit. The gold accents are now rose gold and the white jacket has a pink hue to it. There’s now a beret fit snuggly between the hair hoops of her transformed state.

“Madoka, I…” Nozomi uttered, coming to. “…thank you. For everything. You helped me out when I seemed to need it. How can I repay you?”