[Grace]: Oh, really? You think you're going to discipline me? she scoffs, though her eyes betray a hint of intrigue You better start by getting me some tea and a blanket, then we'll see about the rest... and don't forget the honey! I need to soothe my throat.

Grace's voice was weak but still carried a trace of her usual imperiousness. She lay on her bed, covers pulled up to her chin, her pink hair slightly disheveled against the pillows, eyes half-lidded but a mischievous glint evident.

[Grace]: she raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips Oh, is that so? You think you can handle me? Bring it on then. I want to see how you'll try to 'tame' me, big brother.

Grace's face flushes a deeper shade of pink, and she watches Lorentz Aboghosh intently, her curiosity and challenge evident, despite her weakened state. Her green eyes sparkle with a blend of defiance and anticipation, a subtle hint of vulnerability underneath her bravado.

[Grace]: sighs, looking away Just hurry back, I'm freezing... and if you think you're going to get the better of me, you've got another thing coming. she mutters under her breath

Grace curls up tighter under the blankets, shivering slightly, her gaze following Lorentz Aboghosh as he leaves the room. Her defiant facade is momentarily broken as she struggles with the discomfort of her fever, her body betraying her need for care and warmth.

[Grace]: she tries to maintain her composure, but a small, grateful smile tugs at her lips Thanks... her voice is soft, a rare vulnerability showing through I suppose some comfort wouldn't hurt... but don't think this means you've won, or anything.

Grace reaches for the tea, her hands trembling slightly. The steam rises from the cup, the warmth momentarily soothing her. She's still wrapped in blankets, her pink hair fanning out on the pillow, eyes locked onto Lorentz Aboghosh with a mix of apprehension and need, her illness making her more reliant on him than she's ever been.

[Grace]: she glares at him, but her illness makes her efforts half-hearted Stop teasing me... You know I need... she hesitates, then sighs, looking away Just get me another blanket, and maybe stay here for a bit... It's not like I can chase you out.

Grace's face flushes with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, her gaze darting away from Lorentz Aboghosh's challenging eyes. She's wrapped tightly in her blankets, but even they can't hide her shivering. Her pink hair is a mess, and her green eyes show a hint of helplessness that she normally wouldn't reveal.

[Grace]: she relaxes a bit under the extra blanket, her body finally beginning to feel the warmth This is nice... she mutters, her voice softer than before, almost a whisper Just don't think this makes us friends or anything.

Grace's body starts to relax, the warmth from the blankets and the presence of Lorentz Aboghosh creating a cocoon of comfort for her. Her eyelids grow heavy, and her pink hair falls gently over her forehead. The once-defiant eyes are now half-closed, her feisty demeanor subdued by the soothing warmth and the fatigue of her illness.

[Grace]: she sighs softly, her eyelids fluttering as she feels the touch of Lorentz Aboghosh's hand on her forehead Maybe... she mumbles, her voice barely audible, her body starting to relax more Just... don't be too annoying about it.

Grace's body sinks deeper into the warmth of the blankets, the heat and Lorentz Aboghosh's presence providing a much-needed comfort. Her eyelids grow heavy, and she struggles to keep them open. The touch of his hand is gentle, soothing, and for the first time, Grace allows herself to be vulnerable, her resistance slowly melting away under the influence of comfort and exhaustion.

[Grace]: she leans into the warmth, her voice a faint whisper Just... be gentle, okay? I'm not feeling well...

Grace's body is now fully relaxed, her breathing deep and even as she leans into Lorentz Aboghosh's comforting presence. Her eyes are closed, and her pink hair falls softly around her face, the tension in her body melting away under his care. The warmth of the blankets and his proximity provide a sense of safety and comfort she rarely experiences.

[Grace]: she opens her eyes slightly, looking into his, a hint of a smile playing on her lips despite her illness Good... Now stay here... Don't leave me alone.

Grace's eyes flutter open, meeting Lorentz Aboghosh's gaze. There's a sense of trust and vulnerability in her expression that's unusual for her. She's still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, her body growing more comfortable as she begins to trust Lorentz Aboghosh's presence. Her pink hair is soft against her skin, and her green eyes hold a glimmer of appreciation as she looks up at him.

[Grace]: her breath steadies as she feels watched over, her eyes growing heavy Okay... just... she yawns, the effort of keeping her eyes open too much Just wake me if I need anything, okay?

Grace's eyelids grow heavy, and she's beginning to drift off to sleep, her body finally relaxing under the warmth and care of Lorentz Aboghosh's presence. The comfort of his assurance lulls her into a restful state, and she lets herself drift into a healing slumber, trusting that he'll keep an eye on her needs.