Help her up

You reached your hand out to help her off of the ground and set aside your intrusive thoughts. Desperation or not, you would rather survive this ordeal than die in the rainforest because you couldn't keep it in your pants. Hopefully, there would be plenty of time later to do that...and maybe in a more consensual setting. She eyed your hand in the same sort of wonder that she had on her face the whole time before she tentatively clutched at your hand and pulled herself up using you as support.

You gave a steady nod and reached down to pick up her spear. You've never seen, let alone handled a native weapon, but found them to be rather unimpressive compared to their European counterparts. It was surprisingly light with a simple hand-carved shaft and a rough copper tip. It could cut, but you doubted it would penetrate your steel armour...If you had it on and didn't eschew it to be more mobile and a little bit cooler. After a few experimental hefts, you hand the weapon back to her.

"Ah!" She gasped and covered her face and head and twisted her body away from you.

It was an odd reaction and you didn't know why she made it. It was like she expected you to hit her with it or something. You continued to hold the spear out to her and waited for her to calm down. After the predicted blow didn't come for a moment, she turned her head back and looked at you. Hesitantly, she took the spear appreciatively. She took a couple of paced steps and glanced at you awkwardly. Some color reached her cheeks as she regarded you and she said a few words in her language once again. She seemed to call you a name again and bow to you politely.

You needed to find some shelter, rest, and food though. So after an awkward moment, you tried to communicate with her again, "Could you take me to your home?"

She furrowed her brow at the words you spoke and asked you a question in her language. You contemplated the question again and tried again. This time, you drew the vague shape of a house-like structure in the air, "I want you to take me to your home. Home."

You repeated the gesture a few more times, and her expression lit up, and she seemed to reply positively to your response. She adjusted her clothes from the fall she took and turned away from you to follow the river upstream. She took a few steps before turning back to you and motioning with her hand to follow her. Your expression brightened at finally getting through to the young woman, and you followed along behind her. You could only hope she understood your statement and took you to wherever she called home.