"Yes, they get some powers from the gods and some of them are good for hurting demons with." (This is not a feature which Ember approves of.)

"...What's a god?"

"A very big, very powerful person. So powerful they can give power to people who serve them, and hear when people need them, and pretend they aren't afraid..."

"Well, of course, anyone can pretend they're not afraid."

Ember smiles sadly. "But most people don't try so hard. The gods pretend so hard that they believe themselves."

"I've met some people like that but admittedly they mostly weren't pretending in the face of masses of murder guys so that's probably easier."

"They're also strong enough that it's very hard to kill them," Ember notes. "That helps, I think."

Distantly:

"Is anyone there? We could use some help!"

Whoah.

"Hello, we're here!" She hurries forward. 

Followed by Ember, she comes upon the voice's source before too long: a barrel-broad woman wrapped in plate armor, standing over a pile of rocks.

Which just groaned with pain. Upon closer inspection, there's a lady under there.

"Oh no! Are you okay?"

"No, I'm under a cartload of rock. Okay is a different thing."

"I'm not strong enough to get all that rock off her," the armored woman frets. "Not without making it fall over and crush her worse."

This is actually a kind of danger that Lucy was prepared to deal with! Unlike murder. She pulls a Halligan bar out of her bag and starts levering rocks off the first woman. "I mean, are you very badly injured."

"Yes. I'll live, if we live, but I wouldn't say no to a healing potion if you've got one in that bag."

"I have healing, but not potions."

"Good that I'm not too thirsty, then."

"I have a canteen of water, if you were."

Once the rocks are off, Ember brushes a hand against the woman's forehead.

Her color immediately improves, and there's a series of subtle crackling sounds from her legs. "Gods. Okay. Standing in three, two..." She gets to her feet, wincing.

"Thanks. Seriously. I'm Anevia."

"And I'm Seelah," contributes the knight. "Paladin of Iomedae."

"I'm Lucy. What's a paladin? Or Iomedae?"

"Paladins – are you asking because you don't know the language very well, or because you've never heard of, uh, god-warriors?"

"We don't have gods where I come from. I...think."