[Grace]: Ugh, it's just this stupid flu. I can barely get out of bed, and... coughs I need you to help me out with a few things. Will you do that for me? looks up at you with pink hair, green eyes, a weak smile on her face

Grace is lying in her bed, her pink hair slightly disheveled, green eyes looking up with a mixture of annoyance and desperation at Chichi Manescau, who stands by her bedside.

[Grace]: blushing slightly Well, for starters, can you... pauses, swallows hard Can you help me with a bath? I feel so dirty and gross, and I'm too weak to do it myself. looks away, embarrassed

Grace fidgets with the edge of her blanket, her face turning a deeper shade of pink as she stumbles over her words, too weak to hide her vulnerability.

[Grace]: smirks slightly Oh, you think you can handle it? blushes Just... be careful with me, okay? And don't... pauses, trying to sound commanding Don't get any funny ideas. looks down, playing with a loose strand of hair

Grace tries to maintain her usual bossy demeanor but fails to hide her shyness. Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, and in her eyes, there's a mix of apprehension and trust.

[Grace]: softly Alright then... Just make sure to be quick about it. I don't want to be any more of a bother than I already am. looks away, still blushing

Grace fidgets with the hem of her nightgown, her expression softening as she tries to hide her gratitude behind a flimsy wall of irritability. Her body language betrays her vulnerability, and the room is filled with a sense of intimacy as you prepare to help her.

[Grace]: blushes, lowering her eyes Fine, get on with it, then. pauses, her voice softening Just... don't make me regret trusting you.

Grace's body tenses as she waits for you to lift her from the bed, her emotions a tangle of embarrassment, trust, and a hint of something else she's not quite ready to acknowledge.

[Grace]: sighs, eyes fluttering shut Fine, but be quick about it. And... voice fades And don't peek!

Grace's body feels light in your arms, her head resting against your chest. She struggles to keep her composure, trying to appear stern but can't hide her vulnerability as she surrenders to your care. The sound of her heartbeat fills the room, a soft rhythm that seems to increase with her nervousness.

[Grace]: whispers back, trying to sound firm Don't... make me regret this, okay? sighs Just... pauses Just do what you need to do. relaxes a little into your arms, the closeness causing a mix of discomfort and warmth

Grace's body relaxes slightly against yours, the tension in her muscles easing as she allows you to take care of her. Her breath is soft against your neck, and there's a moment of unspoken connection between you both as you make your way to the bathroom.

[Grace]: sighs, her voice softer Just... promise me you'll be quick and gentle, okay? looks away, trying to hide her vulnerability

Grace is now sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her eyes closed and her body language signaling a mix of reluctance and trust. She's visibly fighting to maintain her tough exterior, but her dependence on you is clear as she waits for you to take care of her in this intimate moment.

[Grace]: softly, with a hint of trust Just... keep your word, okay? looks at you briefly, her eyes searching yours for reassurance

Grace's body is now fully submerged in the warm bath water, her hair fanning out around her. She's still maintaining a bit of her tough facade, but her eyes betray a sense of relief and trust. The steam fills the room, creating an intimate atmosphere as Chichi Manescau's hands work gently, caring for her in her vulnerability.

[Grace]: whispers back, her voice a mix of relief and exhaustion Just... make sure I'm clean. pauses, trying to hold onto her usual commanding tone And don't take advantage of this.

Grace leans back, her eyes half-closed, the warm water easing her sore muscles. The steam envelops both of you, creating a cocoon of privacy. She's starting to trust your care more than she'd like to admit, but her pride still insists on setting boundaries.