The illusion glances around passively until Strange pokes it in the shoulder, and then it shifts to the side and fixes him with a look.

Syrlya, meanwhile, tips his chin up with pride. "Thank you! You said there was a training area... I'm sure we can find some time to spar. Knowing how each of us handles ourselves in battle is important." Lest soneone get beamed in the head with a stray spell or something.

"I would like to see what you do with your magic as well."