Arabella's the one who pulls back. If Strange had his way, they'd stay in this moment forever, lips pressed together, bodies intertwined. He opens his mouth, about to say something in response...but then she vanishes. Arabella's gone. Again. It's as if she was never there. How many times had he lost her already and how many more times must he suffer this?

It is hardly dignified, but it is what it is. Strange simply walks over to his bed, sits down on the edge of it, and cries. To be reunited with Arabella only to lose her again...yes, it was only a few hours, but for Strange those hours felt like days, weeks. They've been apart far too often as it is, Strange clung to every moment as a man clings to life on his deathbed. There's a good minute of crying as his claws dig into his palms, threatening to pierce his skin. And then, he takes a few deep breaths. She wouldn't want him to carry on like this. Strange sniffles slightly, reaching into his pockets to try and find a handkerchief before his eyes fall on the red gemstone the Ringmaster gave him, sitting on his nightstand.

That's right. He always had the memories, always had thoughts of Arabella, could always see her face and listen to her voice. She was never truly gone, was she? Picking the gem up, he presses it to his lips for a moment before pocketing it. Taking a deep breath, Jonathan Strange steels himself, wipes his eyes on the corner of his sleeve, and then starts to leave. After all, he has people to save.