She decides to go up to the travelers

"Oh, hold still dear, I'll help you!" The smaller man steps forward and helps Helena get untangled, which was difficult since Helena somehow managed to get the dress on sideways, and because she wasn’t used to her new proportions. Now that Helena’s head isn't stuck in the sleeve, she can appreciate the handsomeness of the men she ran into. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to ask these men for help. The slender one especially, Helena found him to be incredibly captivating. His short black hair seemed to glow with youthful energy, his brown eyes also seemed to beam with a boyish glow. His lips could rival some of the beautiful women Helena has seen, plump and juicy, like a ripe peach.

"Well, now you're properly dressed, you mind telling us who you are?"

Helena stopped ogling him for a minute, and answered "Oh, well, I'm Helena, and I came from the kingdom of Minos, where-” she was painting, only just realizing how dry her throat is, ”am I now?"

The two men looked at each other with a confused and concerned look, then the slender one spoke up.

"You're far away from home, dear. We're on the island of Rhodes. How did you get so far from Crete?"

Helena is a natural blabbermouth, and was about to spill everything. She stopped herself when she realized just how little she knew about these men, and what she knew made her uncomfortable. She didn't believe she had any reason to distrust them, but she wanted to learn more about them before she opened up to them.

"You know, I’d like to learn a little more about you two, you two don't like the way you come from here."

They look at each other and laugh with each other for a moment. "Well, of course. We came all the way from Egypt, and we plan to return there. We got a little lost on our way back. We're heading to that port town over there and trying to get a ship back home."

“Oh, so you’ve all must’ve come a long way from home,” she smacks her lips, remembering just how parched she is “do you have any water you can share?”

The rugged man hands her a goat-skin bag full of water. As she drinks, she gathers her thoughts. It seems they're all going to the same place, that's good. but she wonders how they're going to pay for their ship. They don't look like they have enough for the ship. Then she catches the sight of the third member of their group. She’s clad in ill-fitting rags, and looks far more muscular and rugged than any woman she's ever seen. Small scars are scattered on her arms, making her look like a veteran on par with the rugged man. Her hair is dark red, and it looks even darker due to how dirty it is. Draping down to her shoulders, and completely covering her face. Helena looks down, past her large breasts to see her thin waist, skin stretched taut against her ribs. She sees the woman’s hands are bound by a thick rope, which is held by the rugged man’s hand. Then she looks down down further, she sees she is not a woman at all.