Strange snorts a small laugh, thinking of fortune-tellers and two-bit gimmick psychics fleecing tourists.

“If I do,” he says, gamely, “I suspect it’s just a mental tic. Like when you step through cobwebs and you’re itching afterward, thinking you can still feel the spiders crawling all over you. Phantom sensations. The growth itself is slow and subtle enough that it isn’t strictly noticeable. What’s more apparent is the throb of pain when there’s a rift nearby, or an area of significant veil instability. It twinges, then.”

Also after ingesting a large amount of lyrium, but maybe let’s not mention that part.