[When West finds her at a nearby lagoon, she's standing on the shore with her arms crossed in a stubborn but self-conscious manner. She's never been so near to a body of water and looked so distasteful of it -- or rather its inhabitants, presently sunning themselves on the rocks near the falls and on the shore. They're honest-to-God mermaids, and think very little of Morgan. Every time she chances near enough that she might take up a gourd of water, they crowd the shoreline and hiss at her.]