I can handle myself. [She's confident in her abilities, but... she has felt a bit more sluggish since she got here, and she hasn't been able to manifest any illusions, either. There's a lot of potential for things to go wrong. Still, it's not like they have any other options right now.

She digs a heel in, turning sharply to face the incoming threat—after gently putting her mirror off to the side again, anyway. She holds her weapon in front of her, stance wide and ready.]

If you'd prefer to stay, I don't mind. [and that's as close as she's going to get to admitting she might need the help.] But please try not to get hurt again. Laby doesn't like it.