Mia instinctively puts a protective arm in front of Twilight, though she joins her in backing up and trying to look small. All the while, she does her best to fight her other instinct, the one telling her now would be a good time for some sort of spell.

"Don't worry," she mumbles, trying to be reassuring. "Our friends are strong."

And it's not like Mia hasn't been a distraction before if it came to that.