[ Strange can’t get enough of tangents himself, but for once in his life he manages to rein himself in. There’s a practicality which needs addressing first: ]

Hm. I’ll pick your brain about it later, rest assured. In the meantime, [ he points at Tav’s hands, the healed rope burns, the mark of magic having been done. ] That. That’d come in handy in the infirmary, y’know, if you ever wanted to pitch in over there.