You still shouldn't have thrown yourself between me and it. I have defences for that kind of thing, remember?

[ He might sound a bit pouty about it, even a little annoyed. His powers of life gave him protection from the undead, at least enough where it would cause such creatures harm if they touched him. But, in those final moments of the battle when he was that flaming golden white elemental of life, it ended. He can't stop kicking himself for activating it so soon. If he had just waited a little longer Torth might not have thrown himself between them.

Getting involved in this he was suppose to be a bit smarter about all of this. He supposes it's just another thing he would need to work on, from his impatience to his planning ahead. He's so lost in these thoughts as he continues to brush the ointment over Torth's wounds when he's caught off guard from the head pat. Even if they're smiling and offering reassurance Elden can't help but frown in response. ]

I can't revive you though if you die. I'm not...I'm not that strong yet. [ After all, he's the dedicated healer. It's his job to keep people up and running.

He sighs a bit though at Torth's wincing; ]

Sorry, it's the best we've got right now 'til I get some rest. [ Now would come the bandages as he begins to bind those wounds. ]