Strange is most definitely just bruised, though whether it remains that way remains to be seen. Lambert isn't the type to hold back, but even so, he did pull that punch. Maybe he shouldn't have, with Strange still having the audacity to make that request even now, but another punch doesn't seem to be forthcoming ... for now. Lambert seems to recognize it too, since it's going to get him a snort and a shake of his head.

"Make your own, if you need one," he says instead. There's a twinge of familiarity there again, but it's brushed away as he continues.

Instead, he'll flip through the notes until he finds the page he's looking for -- easy, because unlike Strange, he resembles something organized-- and flicks the paper at his lap. As concentrated as Strange's notes have been on the idea of the whole Severing, this is the only thing Lambert's been able to find that remotely counts as related to his immediate problems...

"You said you could give context, so give me context. What does your soul and another universe have to do with the Severing?"