He's not human. But he doesn't feel like a Dead creature, or have the telltale stench of Free magic. Or any other sort of magic, despite the glowing light at his temple.

Sabriel takes a a few deep breaths, clearing the air from her lungs, and mentally assessing her own injuries- they're painful, but not serious, though she should find some bandages.

"I didn't want you to burn to death!"

She scrutinizes him, a little more closely as she keeps catching her breath. He's clearly not dying, but beyond that she can't tell how serious his injuries are.

"Are you hurt?" She's not even sure what she is- would healing spells even work on him? But some part of Sabriel wants to try anyway.