[ She'd have to go back later for her things, but for now she couldn't think of anything beyond staying in Strange's arms. A smile curled on her lips as the magic opened up around them. The smell of the Sanctum greeted her like an old friend - the scent of old books and incense. Strange and the Sanctum were so intrinsically connected in her mind that the scent was his as much as it was the Sanctum's. She was surrounded by him from all angles and she couldn't have been happier. ]
You really love throwing that title around, don't you?
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You really love throwing that title around, don't you?