Thankfully his mind and his observation skills are as sharp as ever. There's a flash of something on Strange's face, there and gone again. Doesn't know what it means, but it isn't brought up, so. He'll react in kind, by not bringing it up.

"I can't promise you'll ever have the same set of powers, but here's hoping you end up comparable at least. With time and patience and practice, unfortunately. At least it's not completely square one."

Children coming into their powers, that's a good time for it, because kids have brains like sponges. Absorb everything, are creative, learn the rules but also question them, experiment, all that wonderful stuff. But it's also terrifying, all that change. At least with adults, they can do what Strange does. Voraciously read, find every avenue possible for improvement. Having never had magic himself, Mobius could never say anything for certain about the differences between native magic and the magic of Rifters, save that apparently there is a difference, trying to transcribe and translate through the Fade.

Mobius takes his mug of water in both hands, careful in taking a sip. "So what's your specialty? If you have one in particular."