Once all in the boat, Bryn would immediately begin reviewing Celtra and Azaka's wounds. She'd lift arms up, or swat hands out of the way to get a better look. If Azaka would give her a hard time, she wouldn't be afraid to growl back. "Bryn can make water. Get us to safe place."

Figuring Celtra would be the easier patient, Bryn would pull out the healing kit to tend to her wounds, cleaning them first. Her focus was to avoid chance of infection or disease while out in this jungle, especially after witnessing a rotting dinosaur.

Healing kit use: 1 Healing: 5

Next she'd stare Azaka in the eyes, "We must pull out arrows. Then clean." The druids eyes would narrow, preparing for resistance.

(I'll take 7 hp ;) 1d6+4+2 for my # of hit dice)

Celtra focuses in paddling and calling out a stroke count until they are enough down stream to relax a little.  Her adrenaline is pumping so hard that she doesnt even realize how injured she is until Bryn starts working on her.  When the wrappings are complete she says, "I thank you for helping me survive to fight another day."

Turning to the young Tiefling she says, "Now remember, you will have to take him him out at least every hour until he's trained, dont feed him from your plate and dont expect me to clean up after him.  Owning a pet is a huge responsibility,  I hope you're up to the task."

“Have you seen me drink the water?” Grunts Azaka, irritated. “Go ahead. Try. Boil it too. Maybe that will kill throat leeches. Maybe not. If it kills you then I kill goblin and bird and we have less mouths to feed.” 
She seems to be in quite a mood. 

Fulcra, watching avidly the scene behind them until it's finally out of sight as they move down the river with the powerful strokes of Celtra, he finally turns around and seems to start paying attention to what's in the boat.  "Why is there a goblin in the boat?"  He spots the bird, "The bird I get, we can eat that, but I'm pretty sure that if you eat goblin, you turn into a goblin.  I heard that somewhere.  I may have been stated more broadly, something like you turn into what you consume, or....you are made up of stuff you put in your stomach...  it's not important.  Anyway, ya, so.  Who's glad we got a canoe.  I feel like the canoe is really the right way to go around these parts. Good stuff everyone."  He prods the goblin, "Wake up little guy.  Time to...I'm not sure actually."  He shrugs and looks at the party, "Seriously, why is there a goblin in the boat?"

"Well, that probably went as well as could be expected."  Taman says with a glance over his shoulder to where the undead have all disappeared from sight now.  "We should probably make sure to keep a better watch from now onward."  He sighs as he glances to the group.  His eyes fall on the goblin.  "Cimeri you found us a source of information.  Great job." He tells her with a nod of approval.  "Even if he doesn't know much, he may know something that could be useful.  Always a good idea to find out what you can, instead of just leaving such a one behind."  Taman glances back at another loud sound from the direction of the temple.  He grimaces.  "Probably would have been a goner if you hadn't brought him along."  He says turning back to the tiefling.  Looking to the others he takes in their wounded and the healing being done aboard ship.  "We have to conserve spells." He informs the healer then as they mention making water.  "I'd hold off on making water with magic until it becomes necessary.  Who knows when our next long rest will be, and, at least I for one, spent a good deal of magic back there."

"Two pets," corrected Cimeri Celtra, but did not argue much or answered to teasing - after all she did bring two creatures with her (not particularly knowing what to do with either). Familiarity of Fulcra with teachings of Li Puen about food, though completely misinterpreted still surprised her enough to begin an abstractive discussion in a way "you should not understand it literally" when she realized, that was a joke as well. After pouting a bit ("you are already too bright to eat flashy birds, and Chiirk is not a food!") she sighed and explained again, where did she get her goblin and why it is useless to shake him up. "Poking him would not help. I ... it's a special technique, he would not wake up until the specific point pressed. May be it is better to wait until we are on the ground again."

Taman's approval stopped the repetitive explanations and put Cimeri at ease - at that point she was seriously doubting her judgement, or common sense for that matter. She smiled to priest gratefully and breathed easier. After all they were still alive - and it looked like that thing alone was worth of celebration. But instead Cimeri asked their guide with understandable concern: "What is throat leeches?"

Bryn would grunt and sit back upright. She'll pack up her healing kit and stow it away. If she's not rowing right now, she'll just cross her arms and observe the water and shorelines for any activity. After a minute, her brows would furrow, then she'd suddenly start rummaging through their supplies. After a few moments of concern, the druid would pull out their ceramic jug that they found in the temple. She'll shake it for the sloshing sound to be heard and grab a waterskin, "If pink milk work. Why not water?" Because she wasn't the one who found it, Bryn would shove the items to Taman, "Ask for water. Ask it."

Fulcra, "That's a good idea Byrn.  I think this jug can probably keep us alive with water, so we're probably ok on the water front. Can anyone here communicate to the goblin?  I for one do not know goblin. I've not had much need to learn their language. I also don't speak bird. Were those zombies back there fighting a zombie dinosaur?!  Zombies fight each other?  That was remarkable. Frightening.  But remarkable."

Azaka clears her throat. “I am sorry, purple one. I am angry at my own carelessness. You cannot see the leeches but they are there; drink the water and they burrow into your throat and drink your blood. They swell, and fill your neck. Breathing gets harder. Eventually you die, blue in the face and with a fat neck.”

She looks back over her shoulder as the top of the temple, the crocodile on top of the man, disappears behind the jungle trees. 
“Zombies were not fighting. Eating. Once saw a large plant eater. Must have been surprised by a zombie Rex or Allo, for it was undead. It moved about through hordes of zombies, chewing them up as it went. Those it did not chew climbed the slow beast and hung from it, feasting the whole time.”  She sighs harshly, almost like a hiss. “The zombies have changed the circle of life here. “ she shakes her mane of hair, perhaps trying to clear her head. 
“Purple one, the bird needs a name. “

"But it has one," Cimeri stroke bright feathers lightly. "His name is Chiirk. He sounds like Chiirk, is not he?" Now she tried her best to stay clear of water, so to speak, and keep Chiirk away as well. "Can you understand goblins, Azaka?"

“Yes. I know how to say ‘You die now’. That’s about it. Anyone else?”

"I cannot speak the goblin tongue, but I can make it so I can understand what it says."  Taman says with a nod to the tiefling.  "I feel confident we can make ourselves understood, and that I should be able to understand its response."  He has an air of assurance about him as he sits in the boat, eyes on the alert for the jungle and water around the canoe.  "I'd suggest keeping him asleep until we get to camp if you can though.  No reason to have him coming to in the boat."

“Warrior woman,” Azaka calls up to Celtra. “What was that you did with your sword?”

Celtra continues to paddle but smiles and looks over her shoulder.  "Which one?  The one with the goblins or the one with the zombie?"  She takes a few more paddles brimming with pride.  She always liked talking about her family techniques.

"They are both techniques passed down through my family.  They require much training.  The one with the zombie is a specific quick cut.  Once which ripples through the very air.  Though, for me it can be fickle and is not as reliable as a standard cut.  That said it is always helpful to be able to attack from so far away."

"The other technique is much more difficult.  I had just learned it before leaving my home and am but a novice.  The basics of it require a specific style of breathing, proper foot work, and intense concentration.  Then, for but a moment, I can attack multiple foes at once."

She rows a few more time before continuing, "My father, he was a true master of the sword and could do spectacular things.  I once saw him practicing in an apple orchard.  He used that same technique and cleared tree of its ripened fruit in a single instance.  It was spectacular but incredibly frightening thinking about if his skill was turned on another.

“Perhaps you would be willing to show me someday,” she asks...or states. It’s hard to tell when Azaka gets into her paddling. 
“The next place we can camp reasonably well will be some days off. Do any of you know of Camp Vengeance? It is where the Templar’s who were destroyed at Camp Righteous ended up settling. I have not dealt with them and have stayed clear; I find Templar’s...to be irrational at times. I am wondering if we should try to stop there in a few days or continue on. “

"I am not a native of this place, but it seems hard to find relatively safe places to camp."  Taman puts in.  "Us spellcasters will run out of magic quickly if we don't have the chance to catch our breath now and then. I think stopping at this camp vengence might be a good option, if nothing more than to let us rest in the little safety offered there."

Bryn would be lost in thought, reflecting back on the scene with the dinosaur and the zombies and what Azaka just said. The druid was trying to process the true devastation those undead are bringing to the circle of life here. It was upsetting.

"Agree with Taman." Bryn would finally speak. "But be mobile. Be ready to go at moments notice." She'd gesture to the direction they just came from to reiterate what they just had to run from. "Vigilant."

"Sounds like a plan.  Maybe this over camp will be more fortified?  If not then hopefully it's not wiped out," she says with a little nervous chuckle at the end.  She remains silent after just concentrating on rowing and keeping them from running into any rocks or such.

Azaka nods curtly. “Indeed. Camp Vengeance May be a different type of danger.”

You all continue rowing, until the sun moves far across the sky...

Fulcra sits back, watching the jungle intently. The birds that flit from branch to branch, the ripple in the river made by the hanging vines and tree branches that drag in the flow. Though the brown opaque water of the river worried him, the darkness beneath the jungle canopy worried him more. The thought of some secure human stronghold, even if it was manned by some templars, was very tempting. Though he understood what Azaka meant. Humans were the cause of death for other humans more than anything else. Rest in this jungle would be hard to come by. "Who likes jokes? What's a beholders favorite food?  Anyone?  Anyone?  ....  Eye-scream."