Holland succumbs a little to her fussiness - she releases Freya's arm as she moves forward and begins kicking, keeping a bit of distance between them; she really doesn't want to be up in there. Unfortunately, it means she can do nothing when the other girl goes flying... though fortunately it means she's not in danger of the same fate. Letting out a little yelp, Holland darts forward to help her friend, incredibly mindful of the Surly Stump.

"Are you alright?" In the world of potential injuries this is fairly minor, but she's still worried.

As she kneels at the other girl's side, she grabs up some fluff and throws it in the direction of the fleeing Muscheron in attempted retaliation, though it barely goes anywhere. Whatever. The intent was there.