He can accept tired. Truth be told, half the conversations these three get into involve Childermass just looking tired and regretting ever entering the conversation. Better Childermass looking tired with his nonsense than Childermass looking at him like he's the scum of the earth.

"I'm not sure in the slightest," he admits, with a frown. "I suspect there's a high possibility they can at least find where we've been. If they can use that to find where we are now, I don't know yet. I'd imagine the Ringmaster keeps the carnival warded from most prying eyes, but..." He doesn't have to say it, he just trails off with a frown. But the Ringmaster's currently an egg. Slight problem.

"It can't hurt to assume that they'll be able to find us." This isn't paranoia and his ever-growing fear of Nightshade speaking, not at all, this is sheer practicality. At least, that's what Strange keeps telling himself. "And I think it's certainly safe to assume that some of those fae will at least try to find us--most notably the Rose Queen."