you could say that, lilith flinches at the touch of a cold nose upon her shin, forcing herself to look away and instead focus on the foamy lapping waves of the sea. she breathes in tandem with their crashing, her pulse slowly lessening its erratic thud. she clears her throat, trying her best to hide the accent buried deep within her speech. my name is lilith. i'm sorry, for, um, the trouble.
how the fuck was she meant to explain this? the longer she sits with the uncomfortable sound of molars grinding up kelp, the more awkward she feels. she certainly feels more alive now, her paws brushing against a ribbed shell in the sand, between a clump of large, smooth stones that could only have been brought here by time itself. but how had she gotten here? where had she been before now? she digs deep within the recesses of her recent memory and only finds a thick, smoggy cloud of amnesia that's starting to give her a headache.
do you live... here? lilith gestures with a forepaw in a semicircle, implying, of course, this... place.