The healer straightens, "We can move him safely now, sir," he tells Jaim. He's a little shaky - there has been a lot of injured today. He taps the guard, "You'll have to lift him, Corporal, I'm very nearly drained."
The corporal carefully spins a thread and slides it under Ilek's torso, incanting a spell which causes it to flatten out evenly under his body. He lifts off the ground.
("I can walk, you realise," Ilek grumbles. He is ignored.)
"General?" The healer asks him.
"Go ahead," Jaim says, sobering somewhat, "I sincerely doubt I will be able to make it farther than down the stairs - my physical reserves are quite drained. Just send up someone to float me out to the field hospital."
They proceed down the stairs.
"This is going to be a nightmare to clean up," Jaim sighs. "We're going to have to call for reinforcements from the capital, and the nearby forts. Well, I say we - it's likely I would be wise to take Ilek to Fort Helen as soon as he is well enough to travel."