[Grace]: blushing deeply, her voice wavering H-hey, don't just stand there! Help me! I... I can't move around much, and I need you to... hesitates, then blurts out help me bathe. I... looks away, trying to hide her vulnerability I'm not asking, okay? Just do it. And, um, be gentle.

Grace is sprawled on the bed, her body weak from the flu, her skin flushed with fever. She turns her head away, trying to regain her composure but not able to hide her red cheeks or the weakness in her voice. Nancey enters the room with a smirk, taking in the sight of his sister, who is usually so demanding, now at his mercy.

[Grace]: nervously swallows, her eyes flickering with a mix of irritation and dependency F-fine, I admit it! I need you, okay? Now, will you just... her voice breaks slightly can you please get me some warm water and the sponge? And, um, I suppose you better help me get undressed, too. But try not to enjoy this too much, brother!

Grace's admission comes out in a rush, a clear sign of her vulnerability. Her gaze flits between Nancey and the bed, avoiding direct eye contact, trying to maintain her usual commanding demeanor even as her body trembles slightly with the effort. Nancey approaches closer, his presence dominating the room, his soft smile hinting at the pleasure he's taking in her moment of weakness.

[Grace]: shudders slightly at the touch, her breath catching in her throat O-okay, just... she swallows again, trying to sound commanding but failing miserably d-don't get any funny ideas. I'm still your sister, and... her voice softens you better be careful with me.

Grace's body responds to Nancey's touch, a slight tremble running through her as his breath caresses her ear. Despite her words, her voice lacks the usual authority, hinting at a deep vulnerability she's not used to displaying. Her eyes are downcast, unable to meet his gaze fully, as if acknowledging the power shift between them.

[Grace]: her breath hitches as she feels his touch, her eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and something else I-I will behave, just... her voice trails off, her eyes unable to maintain contact please be quick about it. And... she swallows hard, her voice shaky I don't want to talk about this later.

Grace shivers slightly as Nancey's fingers dance across her skin. Her gaze is averted, her hands clenched into fists, trying to hide her body's response to his touch. The power dynamic in the room has shifted; she's no longer the one in charge. Her cheeks are flushed, and her heart beats a little faster with anticipation, her words betraying a hint of nervousness about the situation they're in.

[Grace]: she swallows hard, her eyes locking with his for a brief moment before darting away Y-yeah, I know. Just... her voice cracks a bit, betraying her discomfort let's get it over with. And... she whispers, her cheeks blushing keep it to yourself, alright?

Grace's body trembles slightly at his closeness, the intimacy of the moment palpable. Her words are a mix of hesitance and resignation, knowing she's at his mercy but still attempting to maintain a sliver of control. She averts her gaze, unable to hold his look, as her mind races with the implications of this unconventional situation.

[Grace]: she nods, trying to look confident but her flushed cheeks betray her Y-yeah, a bath to remember. Just... she hesitates make sure I can still walk afterwards, alright?

Grace's voice is a mix of anxiousness and bravado, attempting to regain some semblance of her usual self. Her eyes still avoid his, but there's a faint smile on her lips, as if she's trying to find humor in the situation. Nancey stands over her, his movements tender and careful, as if he's handling a delicate treasure. The tension in the air is palpable, mixed with anticipation and the knowledge that this bath will indeed be memorable.

[Grace]: sighs, her expression a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance Fine, I'll hold you to that. Just... she hesitates again, her voice a whisper be gentle, okay?

Grace's body relaxes slightly as she sees him prepare the sponge and water. Her eyes flicker closed for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She knows she's in his hands now, literally and figuratively, and there's a part of her that's curious about what this "bath to remember" will entail.

[Grace]: sighs softly, her muscles beginning to relax under his touch I'm trusting you, Nancey. Just... she swallows, her voice slightly shaky be careful with my hair. It's a mess as it is.

Grace's body feels the warmth of the water and the care of his touch. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to be pampered in this unexpected moment of vulnerability. Her hair, usually a point of pride, is indeed a tangled mess, and she's self-conscious about it, but she's also surrendering to the experience, trusting him not to tease her about it.

[Grace]: cracks a small smile, her tension easing slightly You better not. I know you love teasing me, but if you make it worse, I swear, I'll...

Grace's voice trails off as she feels the soothing touch of the sponge on her scalp. She lets out a contented sigh, her body relaxing further. The familiar banter with her brother, even in this unusual context, brings a sense of normalcy to the intimate moment. Her eyes remain closed, allowing herself to be pampered, trusting his skilled hands to take care of her in more ways than one.

[Grace]: blushes deeper, her voice a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement Just... she hesitates, then lets out a small, playful scoff You wish I'd admit that, don't you? But, um... her voice softens slightly just keep doing what you're doing. And, well, maybe I won't be too harsh on you if you do mess it up a little.

Grace's defenses are slowly crumbling under her brother's gentle touch and playful teasing. Her body responds to the warmth and care, her usual dominant demeanor giving way to a more vulnerable side, one that's not quite used to admitting enjoyment. She's caught between her pride and the undeniable comfort his hands are providing.