Claire shuddered. She shivered. She stumbled as she hauled herself back to her feet again and again, trying to keep herself upright. A tiny, terrible looking thing, but fierce. Yes, there's something fierce in her. She didn't want to give up here, on this strange beach, chilled to the bone and without anyone in the world to see her. Claire fights, dragging herself farther up the beach. She... she wasn't alone? She wasn't alone any longer, her brow furrowing deeply. There's a voice drawing her forward. Pulling her... a voice that's all too real to be part of the terrible dream. Her gaze flickers, up and around and-- oh. There. Closer, and then upon her. Well, not upon her.
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Nearly at once, Claire recognizes that the stranger isn't a threat. She leaned on the woman. Taller, though a similar, light build. Fluffy. Very fluffy, what a comfort that was. The girl can't help but rest her cheek heavily on the stranger's shoulder. A stranger... an angel. Was this what an angel was? Claire thought that could be the case. As the sun began to warm their backs, the girl would sap any allowed body heat from her savior. Oh was it impolite to cling? That didn't seem to matter, not in this moment. Now partially on her own feet, partially on that of the pale woman, Claire could feel the water begging to escape from her lungs. She pauses for a moment, giving a great, hacking cough. It shakes her bones and rattles her teeth, all of it near hard enough to knock her from her feet. The water that comes up is... murky, at best. Claire feels murky at best.
With the stranger's help, she stumbles farther up the beach. Through it, the pale girl still feels like she's being tossed about by the waves. What a strange, sickening feeling it was. "Who-- what--?" Claire tries to speak, but the words turn to dust in her mouth. There were too many questions, and the sandpaper feeling in her throat was too much for the moment. Hopefully her one woman rescue team would understand her confusion.