Strange might be sheepish about it, but it might bolster his ego to know that Mobius is sitting in rapt attention. Whatever's left of his meal is probably getting cold, and he doesn't mind in the slightest. Detailing out the type of pain and the type of treatment and the idea of magic as a balm if only for the sheer concentration is fascinating. And it isn't even necessarily just Rifter talk; concentrating on magic to distract from pain is well documented, and he's seen it in action himself. Makes the pain worse, after, for the sheer amount of energy the act of magic needs, but in the moment, he imagines it would make anyone feel powerful.

"You do kind of use magic to help the ache, then," he points out with a little smile. "I don't think magic here could ever make a man walk again, but I can make sure to pull some medical texts for you with regard to potions, poultices, and whatever I can scrounge up for magic. Healing tent's always a good place if you haven't already gotten yourself well acquainted with the staff. If you want to go back to healing. Instead of," with a pinch of his face, trying to remember some of the appropriate words, "fighting interdimensional threats."