Strange doesn't entirely believe that. It's so easy for Solas to say something like that. But, on the other hand, there's no way to actually prove that he's just a long-lived mortal and not anything close to a god—a fact that annoys the hell out of the mage.

"I don't believe you," he simply responds, but continues before Solas could interject, "but considering I've no way to tell if you're lying, I suppose I should at least consider the possibility."

The sun's almost set in the distance as Strange (badly) stifles a yawn. If they're to make their way to the ruins tomorrow, then getting some sleep soon might be a godo idea.