The squirrel man blinked and then raised his head. I don't know how he knew—since my stomach wasn't that big to begin with and I was wearing a coat too—but his eyes stayed on my belly, as if his eyes had been opened to the unknown.
"You are heavy," he said and I tilted my head. Whichever way he'd like to explain it.
"Well, yes," I said.
His gaze traveled from my belly to the troller behind us. He looked back at my husbands, who were still looking very much like they wanted to clear the 'vermin' out, and he gulped.
Their half-beast form was always intimidating to the lesser creatures, not to mention their full beast form.
I didn't want to be seen as a cruel conqueror. If they were animals without intelligence, then it was a different case, but this guy had never harmed a fellow beastman as the Martens did, and they did not look detestable, so I wanted to hit him.
He reminded me of the rabbits, if anything.
So, I turned to Noah and Damar,
