The Plant Dragon's eyes remained wide, her vines coiling tightly around her body as if Draco's words had pierced straight through her scales.
For a long, strained moment, the cavern was silent save for the faint echo of water dripping into the underground lake.
Finally, her voice rumbled, low and reluctant.
"…You are correct. I am carrying eggs."
Draco's smirk returned, but his gaze sharpened, curious. "I figured as much."
"How? No human should have been able to notice so easily." The Dragon's emerald eyes narrowed.
'You'd be surprised…' Draco's thoughts flashed for a moment. 'There are experts who study Dragons and their biology. Those guys could tell if a Dragon is sick or pregnant with only a few glances.'
Draco had studied a bit of the literature, but he wasn't a bookworm, so he had only picked up a few hints that he thought would be necessary for survival. Thankfully, the fragmented knowledge he had was more helpful than he expected when it counted most.
