You could call Sunshine's state a sort of voluntary semi-beaching. Sure, she's been outfitted with a brightly patterned tail - and whose carthaginian idea was that? - but she's managed to figure out how it works. Well, there's only so much you can do with a giant ichthyoidal appendage, and there was no real sense of urgency because she finds water as easy to breathe as air, now.

So, she's not exactly thrilled about the new arrangement, but this is probably a dream or something, right? And at least she has a standard bikini top (which obstinately matches her tail) instead of some shell-based nonsense.

Thing is, whoever gave her a tail and dumped her in this - what, fjord? Shiva wept - hasn't done anything to her affinity, and her idea of a day at the beach - or fjord or whatever - has always involved more sunbathing than splashing around. So, she's managed to swim to shore and haul her human half onto a nice, warm rock, and there she lies, her head pillowed on her arms and her tail undulating lazily to keep her from sliding back into the water.

If she focuses on the sunlight, she can almost forget she's a damn mermaid.