“I can at least try.” Strange finds himself reaching for a blank piece of paper on autopilot, then hesitates, realising that his notetaking is going to be terrible. Shit. These are the sorts of considerations he’s encountering facefirst, in realtime, this being his first consultation as Head Healer. He could ask Gela if she’s alright with a private crystal recording, perhaps, but that’s not exactly a reassuring experience, hoping it’s not accidentally broadcasting somewhere it shouldn’t —

Terrible notes it is. He takes the paper, writes ‘G.B. 3 yrs’ and it comes out jagged, shaky, the handwriting of a child. Good enough.

“Chronic illness isn’t exactly uncommon, one which persists with long-term lingering effects afterward, even long after the initial affliction is over. What kind of illness was it?”