Possible RP ideas for my char (Char = Character) and other char's in my group RP

Char: Dani/Drake/Ban | Idea/Route 11.5 | POV: Dani

I laid in bed as I usually tend to do, my gaze cast upward at the ceiling.

It's been 6 months since Ban went off to get Drake.

Was he going to come back?

I worried about the two of them.

Turning over onto my side, my mind betrayed me by flashing up images and memories of when he died.

And with that, all the happy memories we had together.

I slammed my head into my pillow, letting out a tiny scream with my hands gripping my head.

Thankfully, after a few moments, the memories slowed down to a stop. I let go of my hair once it ended, turning back over to my side.

I didn't even realize that I was holding my breath.

I needed sleep.

I hadn't slept in days.

So, as my eyes began to close shut, my mind already knowing what I was going to dream of yet again, imagine my surprise when I suddenly heard shouts of my name in the distance.

It was Mason, one of my head guards.

I grumbled, throwing myself out of bed.

"I told you, the king can go shove his head up-" I stopped upon noticing his expression, a look of joy spread across his face.

"Look, Danielle! Look at the horizon!"

I frowned gently, my gaze wavering to said area. 

I froze.

...W-Was it really them?

I nearly cried right then and there.

This had to be a dream.

Another cruel dream for me to wake up to.

This wouldn't be the first time.

Nonetheless, I rushed off the walkway, not even caring about the rough landing below me. I sprinted towards the two tall figures in the distance, nearly colliding with them once I got to them.

Ban.

He was back.

And with him, Drake.

There, laying in his arms, was Drake.

The man I'd give my sanity for.

The man I thought I lost to death.

And there he was.

Right there, in front of me.

I was scared to touch him, as if he was a mirage.

"I'm fucking tired, take the damn dragon."

I immediately burst into tears, quickly snapping my fingers so that a few vines would assist me as I quickly carried Drake over to his untouched hut. I saw Ban head to his own hut in the corner of my eye.

I made sure to gently lay him upon the bed, treating him delicately as if he could break at any second. My hand slipped into his, and I sat beside him, checking him over for any damage.

Elation filled me as I stared down at the man before me.

He was here.

He was alive.

What more could I ask for?