( He’d been girding himself for some more adverse reaction: devastation at the suggestion, some woe about the mistrust, about his callous pragmatic calculations. But Tav brightens, and Strange seems to relax slightly in relief, too — moreso about having sidestepped the social fallout. He’s dreadful at bedside manner. )

I can’t cast it myself, since my own sorcery was— altered, on arriving here, but I’ll speak to the Captain. Find out who has the capability here, or if it could be imbued into a rune for anyone to summon. I’m sure we can find some further options. Contingencies.

( Strange has more questions, but from the sounds of it, presumably he’s not the first person to have interrogated Tav already. He pauses slightly, almost jumps right into that curiosity anyway, but then relents; there’ll be time in future. He tips his head towards the disturbed earth in front of the druid. )

Speaking of magic, though…?