“Pulse is good, lungs are clear. Seems you haven’t picked up pneumonia or anything while you were shivering in a dungeon,” Strange says after a moment, giving his half-distracted verdict, retreating the stethoscope so his hand’s no longer half-plunged down Benedict’s robes. He had indeed noticed that scar.

And perhaps someone more polite and more tactful would know not to ask about that sort of thing, something so obviously gruesomely violent, but —

“What happened there?” he asks, matter-of-fact, with a gesture of his chin towards the other man’s neck. He’s curious. How Benedict survived it is, perhaps, the more pertinent question for the Head Healer.