Obviously Strange looks like the normal human that he looked like in Portland but, at the same time, there's obvious differences both in changes (mirrored eyes, a patch of scales on his neck and hands, and new mirror-coated scratch marks around his wrists) but also in his attire (despite the fact that he's been in the carnival for a few months, Strange still defaults to something vaguely 1810s.) He's at least gotten some sleep, though his limbs are still scratched up and his chest still worryingly sore.

Still, that's why people wore long-sleeves. Strange is peeling the shell off a hard-boiled egg when Steven sits down--said egg soon gets sat down on a nearby plate. He gives Steven a smile of his own as the boy approaches, one where Strange is just trying his hardest to seem gentle and kind.

"I am." And then he pauses for a moment because is this Steven just beating around the bush or Steven having forgotten entirely? "And what I wanted to talk about is the fae. Again, if you don't want to talk about this now, we can talk about it another time."