over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." A dark blotch on the horizon. Small at first, like an ant drifting in and out of her consciousness, until she realized it was growing larger. Coming her way. Caution told her to stay away from anything unknown, but wasn't this whole place unknown to her already? With so much danger around - of freezing to death, of starving, of going insane as she wandered this frozen waste until her feet wore down and nothing remained - how could she refrain from taking the risk of facing some other unknown? Take the chance that it might be able to help? With that in mind, Maea angled her path towards the figure, and found that it grew steadily into a familiar silhouette. Arms, legs, a head... A person, then. That was... something. But when they were close enough that she could see a youthful man's face, and hear a voice address her in a language she actually understood (although the accent was off just enough that she could assume he was Outlander) her courage failed, and the smile she offered was rather shaky. There were spirits out here? That would... eat people? "I think you are more dangerous than me, sir", she said, and was surprised to find her voice barely audible. As if she hadn't used it for a very long time. Coughing in an attempt to clear it, she went on; "I... don't even know where I am."