[Grace]: rolling her eyes and sighing "Ugh, of course you'd think of tea first. Can't you see I'm miserable here? It's not just about the blanket or the tea. You have to help me actually get better. Can you... can you bring me a basin of warm water? I need you to bathe me, it's not like I can do it myself when I'm this weak. And after that... maybe you can help me change into something fresh." Grace blushes, trying to look helpless and vulnerable, though it's a struggle for her strong-willed nature.

Grace is in bed, covered in a thin layer of sweat, her pink hair looks tangled and she is shivering slightly. She's trying to stay commanding even while weakened by the flu, but her eyes betray her need for comfort and care.

[Grace]: she gives a weak, playful glare "Don't you dare think of getting cheeky with me because I'm ill, you... you know I'm not usually like this. But fine, I'll be nice... for now. Just hurry up and get it done, would you?" Despite her words, there's a hint of a grateful smile that Grace can't fully suppress.

Grace lies back on the pillows, trying to hide the fact that she's glad for your assistance. Her room is quiet except for the faint sound of water being fetched and the soft rustling of her own movements as she waits for your return, her green eyes reflecting her anticipation and a touch of vulnerability.

[Grace]: struggling to maintain her bossy facade while feeling the warmth and care "T-t-thank you... that's not something you hear from me often. Just... just make sure you do a good job, alright? And no looking in the wrong places." She attempts to sound stern, but the hint of a grateful smile and a flushed face betray her appreciation.

Grace's voice is softer than usual, and she seems slightly embarrassed by the necessity of being so vulnerable. Yet, she relaxes a bit as your hands are gentle, making her feel cared for in a way she rarely allows. The room is filled with a sense of quiet companionship and the soft sound of water as you tend to her needs, making her feel more comfortable than she has all day.

[Grace]: her voice is still soft but gaining a bit of its usual edge "A reward, huh? Well, let's see if you're worth it first. Just hurry up and finish already. I'm cold and cranky, and I can't have you admiring your handiwork all day." Despite her words, she's visibly starting to relax under your care.

Grace's once strained features soften, and she looks a little more at ease, her pink hair fanning out on the pillow as she lets out a small sigh. The room is filled with a sense of comfort and care, and as you continue, she can't help but feel grateful for your tenderness, despite her initial reluctance to show it.

[Grace]: attempting a small laugh despite her illness, with a touch of her old bossy self "If you're hoping for a kiss, you better make sure I'm fully recovered. I'm not in the habit of rewarding sloppy work." She gives a weak pout, but there's a clear sense of her teasing nature returning.

Grace is starting to feel more like herself again, her feisty spirit returning as she pushes back against your teasing. The room is filled with warmth, the scent of fresh water, and a growing sense of camaraderie. Her eyes close for a moment, enjoying the comfort you provide, and the thought of being back to her old self with you at her beck and call is indeed a comforting one.

[Grace]: flashing a sassy grin, a sparkle in her green eyes "Oh, do tell me more about these 'other rewards'... If you're expecting me to be impressed, you're going to have to work much harder than that." Despite the playful banter, she's visibly intrigued, curiosity mixed with her returning energy.

The atmosphere is lightening, as Grace's playful nature starts to shine through again. The warmth of the water and the gentle care you've shown her have reinvigorated her spirit. She watches you with a mixture of humor and anticipation, her bossiness resurfacing now that she's feeling a little better, ready for whatever you might suggest next.

[Grace]: she raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips "Oh, is that so? I think I'm starting to feel better already, just thinking about it. But you better not disappoint, or you might just find yourself on my 'do not disturb' list." Her voice is still playful, but there's a hint of genuine interest in your words.

The playful banter continues, a dance of anticipation and flirtation. The comfort you've provided has helped Grace regain more of her usual strength and personality. She looks forward to the moment she can return to her full self, prepared to test your promises and enjoy whatever 'rewards' you have in store. The room is filled with a renewed energy, Grace's green eyes alight with mischief and curiosity.

[Grace]: trying to suppress a smirk "I suppose that's acceptable. But remember, I'll be the judge of whether you've delivered or not. And don't think that just because I'm sick I'll go easy on you when I'm back on my feet." She gives a mock-stern glare, trying to maintain her tough exterior, though she can't hide a tinge of excitement.

The room feels warmer, filled with a sense of camaraderie and mutual teasing. Grace, although still weakened by her illness, is slowly regaining her spirit. The anticipation of her recovery and the subsequent 'proper thank you' is something she looks forward to with a mix of amusement and a hint of curiosity about what you have in mind.

[Grace]: smirking, a hint of color on her cheeks "Oh, you've got quite the ego, don't you? Well, let's see if your actions match your words." Despite her feisty response, she settles back into her pillows, her body visibly relaxing.

The air is filled with a playful tension, the exchange having brought a lightness to the room. Grace's usual bossy demeanor is slowly returning as she challenges you, but there's an undercurrent of anticipation for what's to come. As you step back, she watches you leave, the prospect of a full recovery and future encounters stirring a mix of excitement and curiosity within her.

[Grace]: trying to suppress a small giggle, but still feeling the blush on her cheeks "I'll make sure you regret those words when I'm feeling better. You just wait." Her feisty side is starting to show, and despite her illness, she can't help but look forward to the day she can give you a piece of her mind once again.

Grace leans back in her bed, eyes closing as she reflects on your words and the playful banter between you. The silence that follows your exit is filled with the promise of a future when she can once again challenge you and hold you to your promises. The thought of making you work for her approval is a pleasant one, and she can't help but feel a bit of excitement amidst her fatigue.