“Although regardless of your lack of memories, it seems you do instinctively gravitate towards it. Nature, I mean. Getting out of the city and the crowds and back to the wilderness.”

Strange readjusts his backpack, shrugging it back onto his shoulder, still considering the intellectual puzzle in front of him. The elf’s amnesia has always been a source of interest; despite gods and curses and magic, some part of the doctor still finds itself thinking neurological damage. A traumatic event, an injury, something which might heal over time given rest.

“It’s been a few months now. Has anything come back yet? Any memory, any recollection.”

(This might be a friendly camping trip but it’s also not not a physician’s checkup too. Listen, he can multi-task.)