At the command Ariel tensed though the words lacked any real threat. A princess did not argue with a Queen, especially when that Queen was known to have magic. The price of failure and stubbornness was too great to pay. Though there was always a price when it came to magical deeds.
The mermaid turned to look back at the Queen and nodded.
Ariel lifted a hand, motioning to Maleficent. A Witch had made her this way at her own request. She pointed at the sea, then back at Maleficent, her eyes looking for understanding. Sea Magic. And then Ariel motioned to her legs, then her throat. Legs in return for no voice.