Honestly, Madoka isn't too sure whether to be relieved or not by him saying he's used to it. It might at least have lessened the blow of her own fear, but she still feels kind of bad for feeding into the feeling that made him used to all of this..

She keeps the fretting about that to herself though, instead patiently listening to him and looking at the feathers. Black ones like that.. He's kind of like a crow or a raven then, right? Except a person instead of just a bird.

"Do you not like the colour of your own feathers then, sir..?" There's a slight pause, and then she quickly adds, "O.. or madam?"

It's kind of hard to tell with the voices and all. And she doesn't want to be anymore rude than she's already been.