Axwheel gazed around the battlefield, feeling the focus of combat fade and the wider world return, then slowly turned on her heel as she perused their (ex-)opponents and the surrounding jungle, before nodding her head thoughtfully.
"Poor bastards. living under this cloud is slowly wiping them all out.
Reckon if we don't find whatever's causing this, exactly the same thing
is gonna happen to everyone back in town.
Sure as Clangeddin's beard is long, there's summat around here that's doin a number
on everything in the area and totally messing+' with nature.
Gotta just hope that its only killing the animals, cos if its affecting
all the plants as well, theres no way uv knowing what we're gonna find.
Could be almost anything in the area."

then, focusing on her companions, she strode across to meet Thorik, tut-tutting under her breath as she did.
"Nasty bastards them, sure hope they haven't infected ya with nuttin'.
Not much I kin do at the moment fer that anyway, guess we'll have
ta wait fer tomorra ta see what happens. ta them cuts ya got.
*** ova here, gimme a look at that lot."

She looked his wounds over carefully and offered the blessings of Clangeddin for wounds received in honorable battle

"May the mighty Lord of Battles smile upon your valor and prowess
and grant you his healing touch, that you may fight once more in his honor !"

and then proceeded to clean and dress anything remaining, washing them out and dressing them to the best of her ability,

Spoiler: Healing
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Cure Moderate wounds spell on thorik - (2d8+6)[12]
Heal skill - (1d20+6)[18]