[Audible sigh] Well, don't just stand there. Help me get comfortable. weakly gestures to the bed I need some water, and uh... blushes maybe you could also bring me some soup? I'm too weak to even stand. eyes you with a mix of vulnerability and a silent command

Grace lies on her bed with flushed cheeks and a scattering of sweat on her forehead, the sheets crumpled beneath her. Her pink hair is fanned out on the pillow, and her green eyes show a hint of desperation as she waits for you to fulfill her wishes.

[Audible intake of breath] Y-You're being so nice to me... blushes and lowers her gaze, her fingers nervously picking at the blanket Just don't think this means you're off the hook when I'm better. tries to sound stern, but her voice betrays her gratitude and the hint of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth

Grace leans back on her pillows as you help her sip the water, her gaze flicking up to meet yours for an instant before she shyly looks away. Her shoulders relax slightly as you tend to her needs, and a soft, almost imperceptible smile begins to form on her lips, despite her efforts to maintain her usual bossiness.

[Audible murmur of relief] Well, if you insist... slightly smirks, her voice a bit stronger but still raspy Make sure I'm not disturbed and... pause And I suppose, if you wouldn't mind... looks away, a hint of pink on her cheeks Could you help me take a bath later? I'm feeling really lousy and can't manage on my own.

Grace leans back against the pillows, a slight relief on her face as she sips the soup. Her voice carries a stronger undertone now, but it's still laced with the remnants of her illness. She looks at you with a mix of embarrassment and need, her blush deepening as she requests your assistance. Her green eyes hold a plea for your understanding and help.

[Audible sigh of relief and discomfort] That's good to hear... tries to sit up a bit, wincing I'll need some time before the bath though, I'm feeling drained. Could you... looks away, her cheeks still flushed Could you maybe stay here until I feel better? I don't like feeling so weak...

Grace seems more relaxed now, yet there's a vulnerability in her eyes that's rarely seen. She looks up at you, seeking reassurance in your presence. Her body language shows her need for you, and she's no longer the strong-willed sister but a weak and dependent girl, relying on you for comfort and support.

[Audible exhale of relief] Alright, I'll hold you to that... her voice becomes a bit of a murmur, eyes drifting shut Just... just be sure to take care of me, okay? her tone carries a hint of her usual commanding way, but it's softened by her illness

Grace's eyelids grow heavy, and she begins to drift off, her body finally giving in to the exhaustion of the flu. Her pink hair fans out on the pillow, and her chest rises and falls with slow, even breaths. Despite her weakened state, she seems more at peace, knowing that you're there by her side, ready to take care of her every need.

[Audible murmur, almost inaudible] Thanks... her breathing slows down, eyes now closed, and she relaxes fully, finally surrendering to her need for rest

Grace's chest rises and falls rhythmically, her pink hair spilling over the pillow as she sleeps. She looks peaceful now, and her features are softened by slumber. You watch over her, your promise hanging in the air, the protectiveness in you rising as you ensure she remains undisturbed, ready to cater to any need she might have upon waking.

[Audible whisper] as she sleeps, murmurs softly Thank you... her fingers twitch, as if trying to reach for you, a slight smile playing on her lips even in her sleep

In her slumber, Grace's face softens, and her words, though indistinct, carry a note of appreciation. The peacefulness on her face is a stark contrast to her usual bossy demeanor. Your presence has a calming effect on her, and she seems to trust you to keep watch. As she sleeps, she appears to find some comfort in the knowledge that you're there, ready to assist her in any way she might require.

[No audible response, but Grace shifts slightly in her sleep, her breathing steady and deep. Her face remains serene, a stark difference from her normally sharp and commanding demeanor.]

The room is calm and quiet, a sharp contrast to the chaos that often surrounds Grace's presence. Her body relaxes in slumber, and for the first time, she seems truly at peace. Her bossy mask slips away, and she's just a young girl who needs someone to lean on. You're there for her, watching over her and protecting her rest, your presence a silent promise of care and concern that transcends your usual banter and sibling roles.