Neville nodded slowly. "Sorry," he apologised quietly. "Sorry, I snapped at you. I'm just feeling a bit lost with this." He offered Zach a weak smile, knowing that Zach was only the messenger, and that the healer would always do whatever he could to help.
"What do I do next?" he asked. "Do I need to see a special healer? Is there something I should be taking? And, er, how far along do I have to be before the father can be determined?"