Of course she was going to see how he was doing. Even when he was at his worst with her, she still cared. Walking away from him, breaking up with him, fighting with him; none of those things ever caused her to stop caring. Stephen Strange would always have a piece of her heart, even when she wanted to take it back. There were moments when she wanted to stop, when she wanted to rip her heart out of his grip because she didn't even think he wanted it at times. But that wasn't how it worked. She didn't get to consciously decide that, and as such, she'd been doing the only thing she knew how to do. She kept caring.
Of course her first thought was that he was doing this on his own, taking the weight and stress of what happened onto himself. That was too much, even for someone who'd broken the universe. She didn't want that for him, no matter what had happened in their past or the fact that she was now a part of this, too.
His stare was piercing, but she didn't waver. Christine looked him in the eye, though her own gaze wasn't as hard. It held a myriad of emotions; desperation, fear, curiosity, and that godforsaken sense of compassion she'd always hold for him. "I started off going down an internet rabbit hole of Google searches about astral projection and had no idea what was legit or just a random person's blog about their experiences so then I started looking for experts who'd written books and I read a lot. More than I'd care to admit without looking desperate so let's just say, I got a lot of looks in the doctor's lounge and leave it at that. Nick might think I'm being wooed by a cult at this point."
Her lips fixed in a line as she tried to form her thoughts. "I'm pretty sure whatever I read about is only the tip of a pretty big ice berg you've been floating around since I last saw you. So let's get specific. How long has this been going on? Is this how it's going to be forever? Should I be expecting you to turn up at the hospital with near fatal wounds like you did before? Is anyone trying to kill you?"