[ Hm. Maybe it’s possible. Dreams and monsters have come through rifts, after all, so what if this tadpole thing came with him? Then this whole thing is, ironically, back to being a neurosurgery problem. Without a Manhattan operating room and equipment and steady hands to work on it, though…

Strange hesitates. Not wanting to puncture this sudden surge of hope and excitement from the elf, but wanting to caution him. ]

Tav, has anyone explained to you yet the nature of rifters? The things that are particular to us, physically. What we’re made of.