Lucia's a good sight less squeamish than Eamon. 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," Eamon 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," Eamon 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.

Eamon experimentally 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," Eamon says, "I can help with that part."