No one's ever just asked to look at his hands, and certainly have never expressed an interest in nerve death. He certainly will hand his hand over for inspection, but Mobius doesn't actually watch what Strange does. There's only so much that can be done, and frankly, it's really really weird to see someone play with a body part that he simply cannot feel, disconnected from it while still being aware that it's his.

Instead, with a tilted head, he watched Strange himself, his face. The focus, the intensity. Strange has done this before, knows in fact what he's doing, old hat. Obviously something has happened to his own hands, but this is something else. A healer mage? Nerve death interests him, and that's a very specific kind of interest to have.

Mobius flexes his hand a few times. It doesn't ever hurt anymore. There's just nothing, disconnected. A stubborn part of him thinks there's no point to exercises; his hands are just fine except he can't feel anything. No amount of exercise will change that. But it comes from a familiar place and a place of care.

Perhaps he should answer, but frankly, that can happen later. The more important thing on his mind is a question in turn: "What happened?"