Help her of course.

L'Abbee, Rila and Carla all rush out of the room, completely naked.

Each of their bare body's most private places bounce and jiggle enticingly as the make their way through the hall, down the stairs (narrowly missing Hilda and the pirates as they make their way to the keep's basement) and then outside to the back door where poor Tina still dangles upside down, moaning and groaning from getting bonked on her noggin.

With a little bit of effort, and some inappropriate touching (Rila didn't think Tina's breasts were real), they free the dazed noblewoman from her ropey prison and lay her on the ground.

L'Abbee clutches Tina's hand as Rila fetches a bucket of water and Carla tries to make sense of what's happening.

"Uh... do you two, like, know each other?" Carla asks as the drow gently rubs Tina's hand.

"She is my S'Pang-Kee," L'Abbee says, utterly serious.

Carla bursts into giggles but stops when the drow scowls at her.

"Sorry," she says as suppresses her grin. "I just... I laugh when I'm nervous."

"She is what you would call a..." L'Abbee furrows his brow. "Wuh-ife?"

Carla's jaw drops open. "Y-you mean... the two of you are mar-?"

But before she can finish her question Rila comes back holding an expensive-looking bottle.

"Will she be alright?" Rila interrupts.

The other two look at her, making the half elf blush.

"The... the water was dirty," she says, mistaking the shock on Carla's face and the anger on L'Abbee's as them chastising her. "Well you go look then!"

"Rila," Carla says, her face turning pale. "We are in sooooo much trouble."

The blonde half elf's ears droop as terror spreads across her face.