[ Ursula debates her options - make peace with the little furry ones or get into a fight with the blue one. Her ego says she would come out on top and slake some of her anger in the process... but her ability to reason says she should save her energy for the one that really mattered: her captor. She knows she's out of her element here, not just for being on land but because she senses her powers are off as well.

Making nice it is. ]

Ursula.

And I'll confess, I'm not at my best. Waking up in this dry and dreary place has been absolutely awful for my nerves.

[ She sighs heavily, her whole body drooping a bit with the breath. She strokes her own face and rubs her temple. ]

I assume the both of you are in similar straits?