Her brow creases with worry all the same, but the reassuring hand does make her feel a little bit better, even if it probably shouldn't.

Ariel presses her lips together, looking over at the other boy and then looking down at her lap.

I'm not from Atlantis. I'm from Atlantica. I was just...in Atlantis... Because her father had banished Ursula from Atlantica and Atlantis is nearby. It has a seedier area that she's not sure a whole lot of people know about. She didn't, after all, except that she'd been led there by Flotsam and Jetsam.

Taking a deep breath, entirely uncomfortable with the idea of them being able to hear her now that it's a reality — largely because it's taking a lot of concentration to control and focus her thoughts so that she doesn't think something stupid like

Why do you all have to be so good looking? It's really distract—

She closes her eyes and her face scrunches up as her cheeks go pink. Refocus. Maybe they didn't notice.

I wanted to come on land...there was a man. But this place is all wrong. I traded my fins for legs and the sea witch took my voice as payment. And now I don't know where I am and I only have three days and she's going to turn me into one of those gross things she keeps in her lair and I'll belong to her because I can't do anything right. I should've listened to Sebastian...

Finally, her eyes open again and she looks uncertainly up at the group.