As the others bickered over the magic items and loot, Jill backed out of the cramped room and made her way towards where they had left Koan and the aasimar. For some reason, they hadn't met up yet, and Jill had started to worry slightly. With the effects of her Detect Magic spell still active, she could see the faint magical aura of a spell being cast as they kissed, but she was too late to do anything other than watch as Koan fell unconscious in the aasimar's arms. One part of her wanted to rush out and save the mage, but the other was curious about what their new friend would do. Was he about to let Koan drift away, bleeding out in the salty waters? Or would he harness the power of the heavens and save the jester?

A beat... then two. Jill opened her mouth to call out a healing word when finally the holy energy flowed through his hands and restored Koan's breath. The word and magical energy died on her lips, and the captain breathed a sigh of relief. Trust was not easily won in this part of the planes, and Jill was almost as slow as their beholder to truly trust someone, but chances would be offered until proven wrong. Jill was not too happy about letting Koan's life hang in the fallen aasimar's sadistic balance for long, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. 

"I would tell you two to get a room," Jill called out, making her presence known, "but I'm afraid you wouldn't survive the night. If you are quite finished, we need to move on. No amount of healing can cure stupidity." The final sentence was muttered barely loud enough for them to hear as she returned to the others. Seeing as they were still divvying up money and propositioning the merfolk, Jill peeked her head around the next corner before darting back to rejoin the others. 

"Dyn, everyone, come quick!" she whispered hoarsely. "There's someone here! Looks like a prisoner." Indeed, a fully armored blonde woman wielding a staff and shield was in a part of the cavern that seemed to fold in on itself to make a comfortable cell, complete with apparently naturally forming stalagmite bars keeping her from escaping. It wasn't long before Jill's presence became obvious to the woman, and the captain waved sheepishly. "Uh, hey. Can we help you out of there?"