Pyrrha smiles. She steps into the water, as deep as Nona, deep enough to transform. It only takes a thought, a memory of Nona in danger, to flash adrenaline through her system. Her legs split and split, growing their own suction cups on legs without bone. Without that bone, she sinks deeper into the water, still taller than Nona but not nearly as much.

"Me too," Pyrrha replies. She doesn't mind them, and she swims much faster. Keeping her head, however, has been a sticking point for a sense of control, so it stops near her waist, where her head would start to grow if she truly became a squid.