Syrlya furrows his brow. It's harder for him to add Strange's story up when he knows magic only as a permanent, integrated force of the world. Was the magic Strange used, perhaps, not native to his world at all, but came from somewhere else? It's nothing he's ever heard occurring, but it's also not worse an explanation than... anything else.

He ends up just staring at Strange for a while with a critical expression, lost in his thoughts... before he remembers he's having a conversation and blinks rapidly back to focus.

"Oh--there really are only so few of you, then? Are your practices similar?"