When Gyre pokes his face out, this Wizard is standing right there in front of him. A mere six inches away from his face. Their body is leaned forward to bring them down to his level so they're looking in his eyes.

And a puff of glowing, sparkling breath puffs out from the toothy maw as they meet his gaze. They say nothing, just watching, but their breath is floating in the air as if it were cold out.