Honestly, either one of those possibilities seems roughly equally likely. That first one would make three significant costume changes in two days, though, which is just ridiculous.

Either way, she needs to get her bearings. She can hear people talking—wounded people, by the sound of it. She makes her way towards the sound of their voices.

One of them's strongly Good, wearing heavy armor, and trying to figure out how to lift several rocks at the same time.

The other is not strongly Good, and has several very heavy rocks on top of her legs. She has also placed an Everburning Torch next to her, which casts her immediate surroundings in color. 

She gives Miko a little wave. Decidedly ironic. "Welcome to Party Town."

Well, apparently she's got Darkvision now.

Miko nods towards the one who's pinned under the rocks, then joins the group. Her first instinct is to test the strength bonus of her belt, but those rocks look precarious. One wrong move could spell disaster.

She turns to the one who radiates Goodness.

"What happened?"

"Fell down a hole," she says grimly. "...some of us took it better than others."

"I really think it's unfair. I'm not even the one in metal trousers. ...Seelah, if you get in position to push on the pile with your shield, and she can shift the big one on the bottom layer, then they'll roll away from anything important."

"...they won't break your feet? It looks like they might break your feet."

"I'm not going jogging anytime soon anyway, and if this pile stays the way it is, my legs aren't going to survive at all. Break my damn feet."

Miko gains appreciation for the one under the rocks! She's not sure how many more hit points she can heal today with Lay on Hands, but she doesn't have any spells prepared; she can just load herself up on Cure spells and whatever else the others think may come in useful.

"I can heal some of the damage as well."

And then she gets into position, awaiting more specific instructions so they can get this girl free.

Seelah reluctantly gets in position. "On three, I'll start pushing with my shield. Lift the biggest rock up and off her, then get out of the way before they fall on your feet. Got it? One... two... three."

The rocks start moving, pushing against the big one (really more of a small boulder) and threatening the pile's stability.

She lifts!

Wow. That belt's good.

The rock comes up like a dream, and the pile comes down. There are a couple of unfortunate crunching sounds.

When they've concluded, the woman of the crushed legs starts industriously shifting smaller rocks off her newly crunched feet. "Hi," she says belatedly. "I'm Anevia Tirabade. Thanks for the assist."

It really is! Between landing a hit on Deskari and now this, Miko's extremely grateful. She helps Anevia with the smaller rocks.

"Miko Miyazaki. It's my pleasure, really."

Still moving rocks, she looks towards Seelah.

"I think I heard your name earlier. Seelah, is it?"

"Indeed," she says. "I'm a paladin of Iomedae. I'm... preexistingly acquainted with Anevia."

"She tried to cave my head in while I was posing as a cultist of Baphomet!" Anevia says brightly. "Almost started crying when the Smite failed and I gave her a look... good times. You'll go far, I mean that. Can someone please heal my broken everything."

"I'm a paladin of the Twelve Gods. Is Iomedae from the Northern pantheon, or the Western? And—why were you posing as a cultist?"

Once the number of rocks on top of Anevia has reached zero: lay on hands?

As Miko's hand approaches Anevia's leg, the hairs on it make a valiant effort to stand despite a liberal coating of blood. Anevia's eyes widen.

As contact is made, she cries out and lashes at Miko's hand, knocking it away.

There's a perfect black handprint on her already-ruined thigh.

Seelah's hand is on her sword hilt. "Anevia! What-"

"Seelah," she gasps. "Don't. Move."

Miko yanks her hand away! What the hell!!!

Anevia looks at Miko, her eyes intense. "You. Didn't know that was going to happen."

It's not quite a question.

She can't quite meet Anevia's eyes. She's shaking her head. She can't breathe—

"No. No, I swear it! I don't understand, it worked perfectly earlier when I healed… my…"

Anevia's head lolls back.

"What a fucking mess," she enunciates.

Then she passes out.

Seelah stares at Miko, as Miko stares at herself.

"I'm going to heal her," she says, as calmly as she can. "You are going to stand over there."