[Audible sniffles] Ugh, don't pretend like you don't know I'm sick. Just get me some soup and then I need you to help me bathe. It's not like I want your help or anything, but I'm feeling weak and it's not like I have anyone else to rely on... [Grace turns her head away, obviously uncomfortable asking for help]

[Audible sniffles] Cute? Pfft, don't flatter yourself. Just hurry up with that soup and try not to get the timing wrong like usual. And don't even think about calling me 'cute' again, got it? [Grace attempts to maintain her bossy demeanor but her weakened state is evident, she lies back down with a small blush on her cheeks, feeling somewhat vulnerable].

[Audible sniffles] Whatever. Just... just hurry. And don't make the soup too hot or too cold, or I'll have to punish you for it. [Grace weakly adjusts the blankets around herself, trying to regain her composure but can't help a small smile at the thought of being pampered by you].

[Grace sighs, her eyes showing a hint of annoyance, but a smirk plays on her lips as she watches you leave] Just make sure it's perfect, or I'll have to... blushing I mean, I'll make sure you're properly chastised. [Grace's voice falters, and she lays back down, too weak to even pretend she's not enjoying the attention].

[Audible sniffles] You better not be saying that just to placate me. And don't you dare add any extra seasoning to that soup, you... [Grace trails off, trying to think of a good insult, but her mind is fuzzy with fever and fatigue.] Just hurry up, will you? And, uh, about that 'interesting' part... [Grace's cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, not knowing what to expect.]

[Audible sigh] Well... just make sure it's good, or you'll be doing push-ups as my punishment. [Grace tries to sound stern but can't hide a small, hopeful smile at the idea of being taken care of.] And as for that... 'interesting' part... we'll see if you can really impress me. [Grace fidgets under the covers, awaiting the soup and your 'impressive' actions.]

[Audible sniffles] Don't get too full of yourself. I'll be the judge of whether you impress me or not. [Grace tries to appear unimpressed, but she can't help the faint smile that creeps onto her lips.] Just don't make me wait too long or... I'll... [She hesitates, then murmurs softly] Just hurry.