The staff’s call made us turn back.  
To do so, I had to let go of Encya’s hand.  

Her previously expressionless tail swung in apparent displeasure.  
Was it because I let go?  
When I grabbed her hand again, her tail wagged as though nothing had happened.  

“Excuse me, ma’am?”  

“Yes? What’s the matter?”  

“Was it the sign that stopped you from entering?”  

The employee’s gaze flitted between our beast-like features, seeming to grasp the situation.  

“Yes. We wanted to avoid any potential conflict.”  

“If that’s the reason, …