Tybalt does not have his wand. Which is...unfortunate. He simultaneously yelps, which he'll deny later, and places the bear mask over his face, poor protection. The aroma is overpowering. And strange. He tries not to let his mind wander. There's someone who isn't here who he's worried over. But he tries to not to let himself examine who.

Instead, he takes out some of that energy on the flowers, crushing them underfoot with the crutch, his one line of defense.