In theory, Strange knows that he's in deep shit. In practice, he's just so relieved that Ignatius is up and talking, that he doesn't really care that he's in deep shit. He lets out a relieved little laugh as he looks up at the fae.

"I'm afraid I have. It's been a day and a half and I'm still inside the Mirror." His bad! Strange gives Ignatius an apologetic smile before he goes right back to business. "But you can chastise me later, when you aren't bleeding. Mind telling West how exactly he should go about patching you up?"