[Mickey's white spells should be able to illuminate the area, so when they don't, he's definitely worried. But he's not going to let you know that if he can help it. His spell right now is an orb of white light in his palm, and he's going around to make sure everyone's all right.
He's also humming. Sometimes singing. Both are very loud.
Oh, and of course, he is desperately ignoring the words following him around. If he doesn't acknowledge them, they're not there, right? Sure. Okay.]
Hmmm hmm hmm hmmm... The world owes me a livin'... Hmmm hmm hmm hmm....