Tyrhallan turned to look into the suggested direction, he watched to his relief that some of the Mounted Knights had taken the trouble to get them out of the fray. Eventhough he had not given the order it was good to know they were picked up all the same.
He noticed the strange behaviour of the Mage drawing his eyes back from Dalmer being picked up.
"HEY!" He said now alarmed recognising the signs of exhaustion and going beyond one's limits, the mage was slowly slipping from consciousness, combine that with the pale complexion and his battlewounds...well you didn't need to be a doctor to know the end result of that if left untreated.
"Come on sir Arn, I'm getting you to a doctor. I forbid you to die and that's an order if you like. I will personally come to collect your soul from the afterlife should you fail me in this." He threatened seriously.
"Live, Arn. Those that wait for you have to wait a little longer..." With that held the mage tightly, jumping off the barge and activating his boosters again. He streaked accross the sky, a red flash of lightning that flew from battle as the day was won. 
But not without cost. 
He simply wasn't going to allow Death to claim one more Bellisian soul if he could do something about it.
"Hold on Arn. Just a little longer."