"Correct," Strange responds, with a nod. At least, he hopes he only needs to rest for one night. He honestly doesn't know how long he'll need to rest until he's back at full health...or if he'll even be able to return to full health to begin with. After all, this isn't the first time he drew some rot from Arabella's corpse.

He stretches slightly before looking things over. Magic can take care of the fire, but dinner...that might be a challenge.

"I wonder," he teases, "can the great and powerful Dread Wolf lower himself to a meal of braised nug for the evening?"

Because Strange is straight up gonna magically murder that sucker and eat it.