Be careful making wishes in the dark

It swallowed her whole, the dread seeping up from the ground as if her lord was releasing the sin, the anguish before her and for she stood still. the quiet prayer (who said she prayed?) on chapped and muddied lips, the way her fingers would have crept around the cross at her neck almost tight enough to draw blood across pale, malnourished collarbones. she is lost in that moment, watching as the sun shifts over the ground as if glittering jewels and the flag in the distance, which to her reminded of the ocean and the ways the waves were unpredictable - for that was why she never stood beyond ankle deep. hesitant steps move before she realizes what she is doing, looking to, around, behind her as she approaches the young woman who appeared to be fighting..something in her mouth. it twisted and bobbed as she did, and finally, the beach bleached woman cries out. "do you need help?"