"I was, but I'm better now." And, very awkwardly and stiffly, Strange bends his arm at the elbow then straightens it again. "When we were in Shabon, I spent some time trying to piece out how to mend any cracks my mirrors might have—though truth be told, I didn't expect to spend so much time mending my wounds so quickly."

There's no way on Earth someone like West would know what to deal with a shattered interior mirrored covering. So, Strange spent the time figuring out and working on the magic himself. Besides, if this still persists when he goes back to England, he won't be able to rely on healing potions or magical spit or whatever nonsense the carnival can craft up to heal someone.

"What about you? How exactly did you hurt your arm like that?"