Dispel the hands!

Tyra wriggles her hands, and after finding herself unable to get free whispers a panicky prayer under her breath. The holy symbol around her neck begins to glow, and shakes a little on its own accord, before a wave of radiant light bursts from it. With a popping sound the mage hands are dispelled, and the women no longer feel the hands tugging at their clothes.

Soon enough, after pulling and wrangling enough Diana manages to slip her hands free and undo her bonds, moves over to Tyra and undoes hers, and then hurriedly starts redoing her clothes.

"You're quite literally a godsend." Diana sighs with relief.

{if Tyra’s dispel magic uses left:=0}-"Yeah but that's it though, that was my last Dispel Magic!"{endif}