She sighed, fingers reaching up to run along a thin silver chain around her neck. "Nothing. There's nothing to do. I've thought about it and I've done a little research into it. The only way for me to get my magic back is for the Domina to -" she cut herself off and Draco's head tilted curiously. There was something that could be done, then. She just didn't want to say it aloud. "Even if there was something that could be done, the force of getting the magic back, that surge of energy, could very well tear me apart." His eyes narrowed as he considered this. He was not a theorist, by any means. He knew next to nothing about the elemental properties of magic. But... that didn't seem right. Magic was meant to reside in magical beings. Magic knew and recognized its... home. It's how wands chose witches and wizards, how certain properties in potions and charms bent to the will of the person casting the spell or brewing over the cauldron. Magic wouldn't destroy its home, of that he was certain.