They tried to apologize

"Uh, we will clean you up, if you're ok with it. Uh, right guys?" offered Tilor grabbing his loincloth from the floor and looking at his friends.
Ryala looked down on him. If she could, she would have crossed her arms to look just as much offended as she thought she should be.
"That's the least you can do. I mean, I understand you guys are not exactly feeling well anol, but couldn't you just ask me or warn me at the very least? You spooked me and besides, did I say it already that it was gross? Are all Humans gross like you, guys? Well, Callum was kind of gross, before I had the chance to refine him a little, and Ezram too I suppose. And yet I must reconsider them, they never tried to pull something like this, ha!"

"Sorry, Rayla, it was like... we couldn't think straight anymore," explained Fynn.
While the Elf girl spoke, Edrig, the smith's apprentice, had taken his loincloth too from the ground. Before she could continue her rebuke, he had closed in on her, put his hands on her hips and had spun her around. That had took her a bit off guard, especially coming from him, but she found it pointless to object to his rudeness since he was doing what she actually wanted ad she wasn't some delicate Human princess, she was still a warrior if not an assassin anymore.

"So, feeling any better now?" instead she asked.
"Yeah, a little," replied Tilor.
"Definitely better now," added Edrig while gawking at her exposed backside once again before his eyes.
"Good, then Tilor... is that Tilor, right? You seem like the smart one of the bunch. I bet you'll agree with me that we should seriously all start thinking of a plan to get us out of here."

Rayla wasn't convinced the three Humans could really help her out of her chains, still they were free to move around cell and use their hands, that alone could prove invaluable.
It was surely better to have them on her side rather than not.
"We... are being let free. Tomorrow that is," pointed out the librarian fixing his glasses.
Unseen, Rayla rolled her eyes. "Yeah... I mean, do you really belive that? I wouldn't trust that Sorceress' words if I were you. You are too naive for your own good."
"Why is that? She looked fine to me," asked hesitantly Fynn.
"Aye right? Did you get a look at how she was dressed? Or should I say un-dressed, you get it? Because she was practically naked," she giggled by herself.
"She was hot," quipped Edrig. "Hot indeed," agreed Tilor. "Not hotter than Rayla, though," added Fynn in a mellow tone.
The Elf girl blushed a little even if neither of the three Humans noticed.

Meanwhile this conversation was happened in fact, all the three boys were thoroughly wiping Rayla's back. To the Elf girl it almost felt like they were fighting each other over who should do it. She didn't really mind, as long as they were gentle and didn't pull anything weird again. She felt tired and sore even if she didn't want to show it.
At first, their's was light, hesitant rub, mostly circumscribed to the smalls of her back. Then it became a sort of slow, deep massage, and more hands joined it. Rayla could feel the Humans' fingertips through the coarse fabric of their loincloths. It soon became a little too awkward feeling to sustain though, as their touch grew bolder and bolder, focusing especially on her bum, going as far as to lightly probe the space between her buttocks with bare fingertips.

"Err, I think that's quite enough, thanks." Ryla tried to spin herself back to face them, but she felt she was being held still. What she couldn't actually see, was that Edrig, Tilor, and Fynn, all the three of them, while scrubbing and massaging her back with one hand, were also occasionally massaging themselves with the other hand. And they didn't want to stop and let her go. Still, a steady chafing of skin could be heard across the small cell, especially once the talking was over, and Rayla didn't fail to notice it.

"You guys... Are you doing it AGAIN?"
At this, she jerked on her chain, pushing her legs upwards. The Humans were taken completely by surprise by this sudden movement and didn't react until she was already mid-air. She came back down swinging and pivoting, feet forward. Edrig and Tilor were the ones to be hit in full, they were flung away on their back while Fynn, a step to the side, watched it all with his mouth agape.