Yuya smiles back. Strange isn't the most well kept person as it is, but Yuya can tell it's worse right now. He wonders... even if he didn't see Strange at the concert, maybe he already knows? Or maybe it's from the stress of people missing again. That makes his chest feel tighter, but he swallows it down.

"Thanks." He steps in, leaning his staff against the wall by the door. He looks between Strange and his staff, nodding. "Yeah, kind of? The Ringmaster gave it to me for solstice... it makes it a lot easier for me to cast some spells."

He presses his finger together for emphasis. "Like the barrier that keeps fae out."