Lucia's a good sight less squeamish than her brother. It's unclear how, or why, or when her stomach got so strong. But she takes a quarterstaff from the partially eaten corpse of an elf, and vigorously prods any body that seems ambiguous.

"Gods," Emilio says miserably, after a few corpses. "Lu, is this really the best way?"

"Got a better one?"

Poke.

- hey, hang on, that one made a noise.

"Ma'am???"

That wasn't really one of the more plausible bodies. Her lower half is under a massive amount of stone.

Her eyes flicker open and behold... her rescuers(?)...

"How long since the demon?" she rasps.

"Not more than a few hours," Emilio says, also looking fairly bewildered that this woman is alive.

"How would you know, you were unconscious. But, um. Yes. I can heal you, I think? ...partly?"

"That's not actually going to help that much, with..."

Gesture towards rocks.

"...yeah. I don't know how much I can do for that. I'm."

"A pre-teen girl," the woman supplies.

Saying I'm thirteen, actually will not help the situation in any way.

Emilio thinks back to the arrow, how he flung it across half the city. How, even though he's in pain, he also feels... strong.

Experimentally, he exerts force on one of the rocks. A smaller one. Still not small.

It... moves. Not just that; it rolls along as if it were a flimsy wooden prop, then impacts the wall with a weighty thud.

"For reasons I'd rather not get into at the moment," Emilio says, "I can help with that part."

Anevia is only barely able to walk, even with her legs freed and healed to the best of Lucia's ability. "Don't try harder," she recommends. "Still having them broken is much better than healing them wrong."

"I know. My tutor said, nothing beyond bruises and cuts until I've learned the healing ways."

"Might be sooner than they thought."

She turns to Emilio. "You're strong, but do you have a weapon? And do you know how to use one?"

"I know... some... of the basic forms. For the dagger and the sword, but I don't have a sword and I do have a belt knife." He does still have his belt knife? Yes? Yes.

"Great. Fantastic, really."

Anevia closes her eyes for a second.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I'm – I'm really not trying to be a witch. I know you don't feel any better about this than I do."

"I think I feel worse. Sucking chest wound, and all."

Snort. "Yeah. Alright. Let's head for the surface."

Along they march. Lucia keeps prodding bodies.

This one has a sword. And she's dead.

"Hey, uh – boy –"

"Emilio. She's Lucia."