OOC:
Down to three here, with one unconscious and two pretty injured.

Dengus the Ditch Digger
When the last of the pig-demons fall, Dengus raises his sword to those who helped him, then quickly turns to where Belamina was struck down.
"Belamina!" he says.
"Can you hear me!?"

Belamina the Fortune Teller
"..."

Dengus the Ditch Digger
Carefully sliding his sword through his belt, the laborer bends and lifts the dark-haired, unconscious woman's limp form from the deck.
"Is anyone a healer?" he calls out to the others.
"This woman needs help!"

Eugene the Raving Lunatic
His pockets laden with pungent mushrooms and his bird mask still firmly down over his face, Eugene, avian purveyor of fungal delights, chuckles. When he sees the bloody wounds on the woman Dengus holds in his strong arms, he tsks his tongue.
"Grievous! She is surely done for without a chirurgeon!"