Strange can't help but laugh a little at that. "Touche," he remarks, with a nod.

As soon as they get to the puddle, Strange bends down a little. He makes a kissy noise and pats his shoulder. Bell takes a running leap and drapes herself over Strange's shoulder, lying there like a fur stole or a lumpy sack of something. She won't drown in the puddle, but this has the added effect of getting mud and grime all over his coat. He could fix that later. Washing it out should be simple enough.

"Our lives have already been pulled in so many different directions: dying, Lykos, the dragons...I'm honestly a bit curious as to how they could be ruined."