Rita's gaze falls to the hand resting over her chest. Unable to see the glowing core, it feels almost like the whole thing might have been a dream. But she knows it wasn't, and this burning in her chest, in her veins, serves as a constant reminder of how real it was.

"A magitek core... something like a blastia. But the magic it generates... it's his." She lifts her eyes to meet Strange's.