She coughed, and warm, disgusting water bubbled up in her throat. Two figures stood over her, with contrasting expressions – the woman's was that of joy, and the man's was worry. It struck her that she almost died. They must have saved her. Filled with some emotion that turned her tummy warm, even though her skin was wet and cold, she lurched forward and wrapped her arms around the woman. A hug, she remembered. The woman was warm, and smelled good. When she pulled away, her eyes caught sight of the necklace around the other's neck. She touched it, and looked up to meet her eyes. "Agate," she blurted. A gemstone - surely what her necklace was. Pleased with the word, she repeated it and pushed a finger into the woman's chest gently. "Agate." 

Turning away from Agate, towards the man, she reached out and touched his face gently. His hair interested her, and she looked at him pleadingly, as if to ask if she could touch it.