Gods and Monsters

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[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]    Danielle was cold, it wasn't something she'd been in a long time. She used warming charms to keep herself at a pleasant temperature when the weather started to chill down. That was the first thing she'd realised this morning, the first time she'd woken in her own bed since Santi had picked her up from her apartment. That had been a surprise, but a good one. She'd been miserable, all sick by herself- and after that, she'd been miserable all over again. Thinking that she was bedridden, completely useless while Santi had been dealing with an epidemic, it had ruined her day. Every day. Her fever had been so bad that she'd had a hard time staying conscious some times, that had made the healers keep her at Pyxis for longer than was usual. After her fever faded, slowly but surely, they kept her in for observation. She'd hated it, she'd not wanted to be in there at all and she wanted to get back to work, but Carmine spoke sense into her. He'd told her that there was little point in forcing herself, if she wasn't healthy then she wouldn't be of any help anyway. In fact, she might make Santi worry unnecessarily if she ignored the healers' advise. So she stayed, but only the four days that had been absolutely necessary. Merlin, how frustrated she was with everything. With the illness, with herself, with the situation, with everyone and their mother. It was- hard.
    Danielle had lost something important to her before, something that was part of her to the point in which she didn't know what she'd do without it. Ballet had been the be all end of all of her life. The plans for her future, the one and only pastime, her passion. She'd lost that and for a long time she hadn't known what to do with herself. It felt like a limb was missing and she had to learn how to live without it. Now, Dani had plenty of experience with getting past a loss of this magnitude. Now, she barely let herself think about the fact that she had to turn the stove on by hand to make herself tea. That she had to do her hair and make up by hand. That she had to take the floo instead of apparating. She filed the papers by hand, making separate piles on her desk. She carried all the papers from Santi's desk and the In and Out boxes, organising everything carefully. She made tea for Santi in a new teapot she'd bought, one that had warming spells on it, instead of needing her to keep them powered. The same went for the coffee. Danielle was adapting. She'd come into the office an hour early, knowing it would take her so much more time to get everything ready for the start of the day. Not just because she hadn't been here, but because she was doing everything by hand. She'd been standing and walking much longer already than she used to in a normal work day before, the cushioning charms on her heels were the ones that just came with the shoe instead of the stronger ones she'd used to cast... well, all she could do was continue.
    Sitting down at her desk, finally, she settled to wait for Santi to arrive. A cup of tea in hand, some reading and filing before her as she worked. Dani had done her best to look as put together as she usually was. Yes, she'd lost her magic, but what did that matter? If she didn't think too much about any of this, then nothing was wrong. Then she could get through it all. That was important because she needed to be in control of herself, she needed to be in control of the situation. Otherwise, she was just a leaf in the wind and she could not be that. It was for her own sanity. Exactly. She just... needed to be okay. Everything would be fine in the end, she just needed to be calm and composed until then. Stay calm and carry on and all that claptrap.