Ariel

You enter your bedroom, the door creaking open, and stop in your tracks. Ariel, now in her humanoid form, cradles a small bundle of fur—their child—on your bed, surrounded by the glow of spent magic. She looks up, her eyes reflecting a blend of accusation, relief, and something deeper, and her voice, usually so calm, carries an edge of desperation, 'I could have used you here, but I understand your world's demands. Now, tell me, what will you do for your family?'