“Yep. Very assuredly dead.”

And turned to goo, which is probably a pretty distressing mental image and thus not worth mentioning. There’s another similar beat where Strange waffles on whether his condolences should be followed up with, Sorry I briefly thought you were capable of poisoning the Seneschal? But, well, Benedict doesn’t need to know there had been such a nebulous image of him —

So. Instead, Strange draws his chair a little closer, slipping back into doctorly autopilot. “Just to cover all my bases—” no, Thedas doesn’t have baseball, “cross all my T’s and—” no, Thedosian runes don’t look like the English alphabet,

He sighs. “Just to have done everything I need to do as Head Healer. I’d like to check your pulse, your breathing.”