Drabble: Say it to me, Say it for me

Having lost everything, I became lost myself. Lost, to die, crawling on hands and knees through the Jurassic desert; a burnt husk; an ugly blot on the pristine landscape.

Struggling back to consciousness, I just made out a woman in rough, practical clothing. She crouched before a fire, by the carcass of an archaeopteryx. I closed my eyes against her. I had not called for Helen, my bad penny.

Broth was forced between my lips, causing eyes to open.

"Claudia," my throat was hoarse with heat and thirst, my mind blank with disbelief, "what are you doing here?"

"Saving you."