She didn't look fine at all, and that wasn't just how tired she must be from moving desks and tables around. Duster walked to the opposite end of the table Zelda was moving and slid his fingers underneath its top.

He looked up at her with an unsmiling face. "Let me help you finish this first." Once the room was reorganized, he planned to sit down with Zelda and talk.

He shifted his weight onto his right leg and pulled his end of the table higher. Thankfully, the Monk job allowed him to retain some of his strength, but the balance issues with his bad leg remained. The table was not too heavy, however, and Duster was fine with dragging it across the room.

"Where do you need it?" He grunted between steps.