[ He's about to answer her, when he feels the cold forming in the air before him. Without his earlier dramatics, he simply reaches out to hold the formed ice in his right hand and... it shatters and the shards vanish before they can hit the ground or melt. There's that same sound of a bubble popping, and the air seems to ripple gold and blue around the point of contact. ]
[ Then he looks at her apologetically. ] That's why your healing spell didn't work on me. I'm sorry.