"But it's nighttime." Was the sleepy, almost petulant, reply, followed by: "And it's comfy." She did, however, lever herself upright with a grumble and a sigh, lacing her fingers to stretch her arms, spine creaking as she did so.
Her brow furrowed when she caught sight of the perfect little half-crescents of sand, "... I have scales. Am I a mermaid?" It seemed like a logical question.