The pull of the contract is already fading from Strange's mind. Partly due to Lambert signing the retraction, partly due to one specific clause Lambert wrote in at the start of all this: Strange acting with at little harm to himself as possible. Any action he takes with a broken arm will inevitably cause him more harm, ergo he shouldn't do it.

At Lambert's question, Strange nods. He holds his hand out for the quill. Once he has it, he signs the contract right underneath Lambert's name. Both men can feel the sensation of something lifting from their mind. A moment after, Strange gives Lambert a weak smile.

"Next time we do this, we'll need to—oh hell!" Strange winces and clasps his brokenass arm as a spasm of pain shoots across his face. "You don't have any healing magic, do you?"