Yuya did have that warding spell--and he wasn't a magician in Portland either. Just a kid with some fancy abilities, and he learned it. Maybe it was that easy. Maybe he just needed to jump forward into it, and he could figure out magic as well.

"Yeah..." His expression brightens up, and when he looks up at Strange it's far more lively than he's been since the explosion at the balcony. He doesn't want to have to sit there, being protected because he can't protect himself. Being too weak to step in when they need him.

"I want to learn," he states with newfound determination and confidence. "I want to learn magic I can protect my friends with!"