It is usually better to just not get hit in the first place versus needing to be magically patched up later. That gives Syrlya significantly more to go on, however, and he puts a hand to his chin as he gazes thoughtfully. His focuses drifts, because his thoughts are all on the kind of magic Trahearne and Marjory used, and similar abilities talked about. Trahearne used mostly minions, and Marjory... Marjory dabbled in just about anything.

"Curses," he mutters to himself, and then his expression lifts as he realizes that explains nothing. "Ah, that is--necromancers in Tyria have spells known as curses and blood magic. Part of them is transferring the necromancer's pain and afflictions to their enemies and driving them into a weakened state--by turning their strength against them or robbing them of their livelihood."

He waves his hand vaguely in the air. "A weaker enemy causes much less damage and is easier to overcome."