"You were definitely worried," Strange teases Rita. But, since she's called him out on his vague answer and he likes her too much to leave it there, Strange pauses for a moment and tries to put his feelings into words.

"I don't know if I'm okay. To the best of my knowledge, the Mirror hasn't changed me like the Rose changed Syrlya and Steven." It has, but since Strange doesn't have x-ray vision, he doesn't know the extent of it's changes yet. "I'm not one of the ones recovering from iron—which I'm glad for, of course, but feel a little guilty about. And since I don't know how the Ringmaster extracted me from the Mirror, I don't know how I should feel about it. I don't want to even touch the damn thing again, but I'm already thinking of ways to recreate what the inside of the Mirror was like with my own magic."

Feelings are stupid. Strange looks over at Rita with a little frown. He knows that she barely has any idea how to deal with emotions herself, but if she's got any advice on sorting out the contradictory mess inside his mind, he'll take it.