He's been looking for Strange for hours. Part of that is his own fault. It's sunny out, the quintessential nice day. Lauren's new plant instincts are screaming at him to face the light and soak it all in. It's a temptation he unfortunately gives in to more than once during his search. The other reason it takes him so long, is of course because Strange is sulking.

He couldn't have picked a worse place to practice earth magic, in Lauren's opinion. Spells like that should be done in fields, not in forested areas where the shaking of the ground could damage trees and scare all sorts of wildlife into a panic. He keeps that judgement to himself, for not at least.

"Is this important?" he asks, voice loud to carry over the rumbling of the earth.