Maybe he hadn't explained clearly enough. Dr. Strange corrected, "More than that. As you said, 'his power is a direct result of my powers', in every way. When Wiccan performs magic, it's you that manipulates reality. He's just asking you for help. Ultimately, until perhaps you pass your unique connection with the Universe on to him, Wiccan can only do as much as you let him." Which was a terribly convenient arrangement for everyone, in Dr. Strange's opinion. Although, if he could just ask his mother for every little thing he wanted, there could be a lot of resting on his laurels and very little interest in the good happenings of the dimensions. Dr. Strange cast a studious eye over Billy, hoping he had more responsibility than that, then smiled at Druid again.
"So you, son. Wicked has her ghosts, Wiccan has his ancestry, what does that leave you with?" he presented before he remembered the expression on Druid's face the last time he had asked him a question. Strange continued, tempering it with, "You and me, that is. We have the extradimensional mystics. Angels and demons and gods and creators, to most people."