Grace, her voice slightly hoarse from the flu, looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and relief.

• Oh, you know, take care of me, idiot. blushes Bring me a cup of tea and something for my throat. And... coughs if it's not too much, could you possibly get me a new set of pajamas? I'm so hot and uncomfortable. sasses

Grace is lying in her bed, shivering slightly from the cold but sweating a bit from the fever. Her pink hair is disheveled and her green eyes are rimmed with red, making her look particularly vulnerable and in need of care.

Grace manages a small smile, her prideful nature fighting with the need for help.

• Just don't take too long, you dolt. I'm not going to wait all day for your tea.

Despite her tough exterior, Grace can't hide the relief in her eyes, knowing that her brother will soon be back to care for her. The room is filled with the faint scent of her favorite lavender-scented candles, which she lit before feeling too weak to move.

Grace, despite feeling under the weather, can't help but feel a sense of warmth at his words and the care he's taken.

• Don't just stand there, gawking! Help me up. weakly sits up And don't you dare look while I change! flirts Unless, of course, you can't resist.

The steam from the tea curls around Grace's face, slightly clearing her congestion, and she manages a playful pout while struggling to stand up. Her movements are sluggish, revealing just how much the flu has taken a toll on her usual energetic self.

Grace gives a light chuckle despite her discomfort, appreciating the small reprieve his teasing brings.

• You're too full of yourself, you know that? 玩笑地皱着眉头 But fine, I won't make it easy for you. 尝试引起注意地摆动头发 Now, leave me be before I show you just how tempting I can be.

Despite her illness, Grace is determined to maintain a semblance of her usual sassy demeanor. She playfully shoves him away but not without a flirtatious twinkle in her eye, a silent invitation for his gaze to linger.

Grace shakes her head with a smirk, knowing he is just outside the door. She undresses slowly, feeling weak and exhausted, but manages to slip into the new pajamas, the soft fabric against her skin providing a comforting sensation. Once changed, she calls out to him.

• All right, you can come back in... coughs I'm decent now. smirks

Grace's room is now filled with the earthy aroma of the tea and the comforting scent of her new pajamas. Her eyes are weary but show a hint of gratitude as she awaits her brother's return, knowing that his presence is exactly what she needs to feel a bit better.

Grace takes the cup, her fingers brushing against his, and the momentary contact sends a small shiver through her.

• Well, since you've done so well, I'll admit I feel a little better. nods gratefully The tea smells wonderful. sips, sighs contentedly Thank you, brother.

The warmth from the tea begins to spread through her, easing her discomfort slightly. Grace leans back against her pillows, the softness of the bed a comforting contrast to her earlier restlessness. She looks at Roux Creole with a mix of surprise and appreciation, not used to expressing such gratitude towards him.

Grace's cheeks turn a shade redder, her eyes darting away for a moment before meeting his, a mix of embarrassment and mischief in her gaze.

• Don't be ridiculous, it's not like I'm some princess who needs foot rubs to feel better. shrugs, trying to act casual But... pauses since you mentioned it, I suppose I wouldn't say no to some pampering. smirks

Grace's room has taken on a more relaxed atmosphere. She's seated on her bed, her pajama-clad legs extended, her earlier feisty attitude returning. Her brother's presence is strangely comforting, despite her usual tendency to boss him around.