Negotiate

Evellyn steels herself, and begins to slink over the lip of the rise, arms clasped across her breasts and crotch. She figures she can get out of her current predicament without sinking into even further humiliating depths, if she just engages the huntress and asks for some help. It'd require her to expose her nudity to another set of unwanted eyes but if this works it's a lot better than finding her way back to town and arriving there bucknaked. She swallows, before tentatively beginning to speak, drawing the half-elf's attention:

“Uhm... excuse me?”

The half-elf huntress spins around, her black hair whipping about, an arrow at the ready as she tugs at the bow string. The young woman looks at Evellyn with a hardened expression, looking her up and down... and arcing her eyebrow.

“Who goes there...?!” her voice trails off slightly at the end.