Falling into a tank isn’t a good idea, but somehow you’ve managed, tangling in the lilypads as you struggle to surface. You cough on heavy water, legs almost seeming to bend wrong as you try to swim. You need, you need to… get to the surface?
What were you thinking that for, are there not gills forming on your head, webbing between what was once hands now paws? You do not… need to leave the water, it’s… nice, isn’t it…