'Th-Themys-caria?' she barely manages to choke out, voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she struggles to see her properly in the dark.

There's no time for fretting, or consideration about if the woman ringed by stars means her harm or not because she's getting up and expecting Morgana to follow, and somehow she manages to stand, even if the motion almost makes her regret existing.

The whole world seems to spin beneath Morgana as she straightens up properly, but thankfully she doesn't have to stand entirely on her own, the woman's arm is solid and comforting around her back and she manages to lean only a little into her, she even manages to take a few quick steps. Anything to get away from the water for a while.

'I.. I am, Morgana. Of Camelot.' she says, throat still too dry and lips almost cracking but it seems important to at least tell her her name.