[ There’s the distinctive scent in the air as she opens the vial, sharp and astringent, and Strange knows his potions besides: it’s magebane. Magebane, the same as what Tav’s dosing himself with in an attempt to hold his unfortunate condition at bay. ]

Don’t worry, I’ve experienced worse, [ he says, still nonchalant. He’s a doctor. Sometimes patients shit themselves. But more to the point, as he watches her: ]

You’re not going to be possessed by a murderous spirit, by chance? Just checking.