"Zariq, these are friends. Be calm!"
Eliyyad motions to the fire elemental to step back, and while it doesn't actually nestle against him, still it moves to his side and conforms its flames to the outline of his outstretched arm. This allows Turo to minister to the wounded trader without discomfort.
Unable to touch his familiar, Eliyyad adopts a crooning tone when speaking to Zariq which is much like a caress.
"There, my fiery heart, my brave one, my flame of purity, delight of my eyes. I will be fine. Come, my warrior, my sunburst, all is well."
As the spell takes effect, Eliyyad sighs, and the tight lines of pain soften and disappear from his face and his body. His vision gradually clears, and he looks up in gratitude to Turo before getting to his feet, and making the salaam to him and to the group at large.
"Ah, my thanks, gracious sir. You have saved my life. My head now no longer feels like an overripe melon, split to sate the thirst of a wandering savage of the wastes."
"Thank you, my thanks to you all."
Having taken part in the short funeral and having spoken kind words over the fallen, Eliyyad turns to the others and says, "I would be grateful for your company through these mountains. In exchange, I offer what little service lies in my power. Should you have need of a trader's skills, or of some small fripperies of magic, I would be delighted to begin to repay the merest drop of the ocean of gratitude I owe you."
"But before we leave, I beg you, a moment to remove the stench of my own blood from my clothes."
His fingers move in complex patterns and he intones a short chant, then concentrates. As he does so, the blood fades from his clothes, then, more slowly, from his face and hands. Finally, any standing close to him can catch a whiff of a subtle, exotic scent.
"There. Now I am ready."
[sblock=OOC]Cast Prestidigitation.[/sblock]