It's certainly where he feels the most satisfaction these days, though he can also be found in places Strange isn't likely to go. What use has a Rifter for the chapel? (Well, depends on what gods they worship, he supposes.) Still tries to get out to the training grounds, although his hours now tend toward when there are fewer people.

Strange's presence is not unwelcome. There's been no reason to think poorly of him, save to occasionally poke at his bad habits. "There would have been a bloody murder," Mobius says with a sage nod, "so best to keep the book accidents to a minimum." Would he be doing the murdering? Maybe.

"Though I'm gonna find it real hard to believe you've never done that before in your life, ruined texts with food because you can't stand not spending time not learning." Commendable to a point. But only a point.

Mobius is wearing gloves even indoors at mealtime. He's always wearing gloves these days where he didn't before, when they had first met. Even not so careful observation will bring to light how hard he has to try to be steady with his every bite and drink, that his utensils have straps around them to slide his hands into.

"Learning a lot about our magic? I'd hate for all your hyperfocused research to be for nothing if you can't practically put it to use."