Gyre watches this exchange of looks curiously, letting his eyes wander from the Wizard to Five and back. And then the mug is falling, and he jerks a hand forward to catch it before it shatters on the ground.

Instead, it disappears in midair, and he's left in stunned silence, trying to absorb what Five just said.

"Uh... okay." He purses his lips, straightening himself up and returning his attention to the Wizard. "What would... hm, who would you advise I talk to? About that?" he starts, sounding utterly unsure of himself, before looking to Five again, "Have you tried to ask questions to get any hints?"