[She unfortunately can't offer water or any other amenities as she is, but once the red-haired woman accepts her hand, Ciel can at least try pulling her up and offer her own upper body as support. Hooking her other arm beneath the woman's shoulder on the other side, she attempts to slowly and carefully lift her up. (She is mindful to avoid brushing against those crooked fingers, more signs of hardship from a life mercilessly lived.) She can lean against her shoulder and chest if needed, try to sit up a bit straighter and even out her breathing without exerting as much effort. Take her time and steady herself more first, before making another effort to stand again later.]

This continent is Horos. Wherever you were before, ["it's gone", but she can't tell that to this terribly weak woman. Not now at least, when she can't event stand on her own.] this is a different world completely separate from it.

[...]

May I ask for your name, miss? I have water and clothing, too.

[For once she's better composed. They both have questions, but this woman's well-being comes first.]