The mermaid had given up trying to cover her breasts with her now webbed hands. Instead, she allowed her long and relatively straight hair to cover them while her hands were placed on the ground behind her to help support herself up into a sort of a mix between a lounging and a sitting position.
The smaller fins on the side of her shin and on the top of her thigh drooped along with her flexible dorsal fin on her back and another fin on either arm as they all were not supported by water.
She didn't seem to be doing very well while she sat there. Her skin was becoming a rather pathetic pale and the scales were growing a duller shade of green. Her pink, pouty lips parted as she panted while the two sets of three gills on her sides and under her sizable DD breasts flared out, trying to breathe in the dry air.
Her large caudal fin flopped against the ground helplessly while she licked her lips before she resumed panting. She looked up at me with her delicate blue eyes, pleading me to relieve the pain as well as help hide her again before too many eyes gazed upon the sudden sight of a mermaid on a sidewalk -- a dehydrated one at that.
I tried to think of where to take her and I blurted out the first thing I thought...