Yes, he is a doctor and a mage; that's why she is here. He is a new sort of option, an avenue unexplored. Gela tells herself this firmly, speaking to herself as she would one of her younger brothers. Don't be cowardly. Say what you mean all at once.

"Okay," she says, prefacing it. The next words stick in her throat. While she works them loose again she rubs the back of her right hand, thumb working into the dip of a deep scar there.

"It made me into a wolf," hangs for a moment between her and Strange's desk. Soon it will be at his notes. Gela gulps a breath.

"It hurt. I couldn't remember things very well as a wolf; I was wild, and even when I turned back into myself that didn't fix it. I don't know much of what I did, only moments here and there. Nothing detailed."