Michael didn't like one bit how she stumbled when she stood, and told himself that if she wasn't better first thing in the morning, he was taking her to the doctor, magical power or not. He wasn't just going to sit back and let his daughter fade away, not while it was in his power to do anything.
He wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly to help her keep her balance as he closed his eyes, and made a quick prayer. He would listen, Michael was sure of it.
He smiled at her last words, which sounded much more like the daughter he knew.
"You can choose the toppings," he grinned, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He was going to have to talk to Harry, too, and find out what in the world had happened to his daughter.