Dora didn't find it fair, in her mind at least, that because she was sick Remus would have to have a quiet birthday. This was her, after all. Had she been up to the task she would have at least owled their friends and invited them around for a birthday dinner on his behalf. She liked parties and while she knew a big one probably wasn't the best idea, she would have at least invited people like Harry and the Weasleys. Unfortunately, being confined to bed hadn't done much for her party ideas, and not wanting to get any of their friends sick she'd done nothing.
After the moon, she thought to herself as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was too close to throw anything together now, and she still wasn't at one hundred percent. She felt as if she'd lost a good amount of weight after her few days in bed, even if she hadn't. Her balance was off, more so than usual, and her vision blurred a bit when she took her first few steps. She had to put a bit of effort in making it over to the door to the bedroom she and Remus shared, down the short hall, and then to the stairs which led down into the parlour.
Dora held onto the banister as she made her way down, doing her best not to fall and trip. A broken bone of some sort wouldn't have been the best birthday present. With deliberate steps she went from the parlour to the study. She didn't hear anything banging around in the kitchen and he'd not been upstairs. She knew he was in the house and the only other place he retreated to on a regular basis was his study.
They shared the house, had for a good while now, but Dora still made it a point to knock at the study door before answering. It was a small house and privacy was hard to come by. "Remus?" Her voice was scratchy and throaty, though in the absolute least sexy way possible. She just needed a bit of honey with her next cup of tea.