"She's not limping, but she is bumping into things," Zelda said, "And she's a dachshund. If that matters." If the creature healer didn't know how to help, maybe she ought to ask Professor Darrow. Zelda sighed. "Sorry, I'm slow right now," she added. She was usually a very fast walker, so it likely wasn't too bad — but she missed the level of mobility she'd had before she was this pregnant.