"Ameena" she croaked again, a little softer, but not much, the little bit of water on it's own wouldn't help her throat much, medication or time would do that.
She considered how to answer the girl's next question, how much should she tell?
Ameena had been stowing away on a boat, after being locked up for years in a cell with only the other cell occupants to keep her company from time to time and often not even being fed she didn't trust people in her land very easily and had decided to go somewhere else, anywhere else. A boat had seemed the best idea, but half-way through the journey she'd been caught. Even that had seemed silly, given how long she'd gone without food the fact that she got caught stealing food seemed ironic somehow. The captain saw her as a weedy looking thief, of no use to him what-so-ever and thus she was thrown overboard. Of course the expectation was for her to drown, but her immortality meant that by the time she'd tired out from treading water and swimming she'd sink, drown, die then magically heal and return to the surface due to some odd ability for her healing powers to fill her lungs with air...but then it would happen all over again.
She'd actually lost count of how many times she'd gone through that cycle and by the time she'd washed up on the shore her conscious mind had shut down.
Given all that she just responded with "No, who are you?" Ameena didn't really want lengthy conversation just yet, although she could understand the girls curiosity.