Yuya's standing back and not engaging either of them, wringing his hands around his staff. But he's listening, from a distance, focus keen on what of the arguing he can pick up.

And that offer makes him bristle. "No way! You can't have him back!" He shouts from the back. Or anyone, honestly, but it seems like someone's the priority here.

He glances around, backing up to try and find Ignatius so he can shuffle closer to him, even if it takes him out of hearing distance.