Syrlya braces himself against the wind as it blows, teetering slightly--and nearly losing the notebook. At least there isn't much to blow completely out of place, so once it dies down he quickly straightens back up.

"His English magic functions a little differently," Syrlya inclines his head, but he won't take over the conversation for Strange. He's sure Strange won't mind prattling on if given the opportunity. "Although... I do not believe we discussed the detriments to it."

Like it poisoning you or inviting demons to possess you. What does happen with misused English and Fae magic?