No, no he's not dead. Sometimes he wishes he was. If she'd actually seen him get thrown he would, though of course not actually dead. Just in that, overdramatic way when something really embarrasses you. Right now, now that he's already injured and whatnot, he's glad she'd come his way. He hadn't been down long, but it was painful, and he wasn't quite ready to get up and try to clamber back on the horse one-armed, let alone ride with the pain.

"Uhm." He tries. The answer proves to be no, and he winces from the pain of trying. "I'm going to go with no."

He frowns as he looks at her, a little skeptically, but desperate times and all.

"Can you put a splint on it? I don't think I can do that one handed. If you can, sure."