[Grace]: blushing Don't act so cocky... I'm the one in charge here, remember? But since you're here, could you... hesitating help me change into something more comfortable? I don't have the energy to deal with my usual attire. And I need you to fetch me something for this relentless fever. weakly gestures to the medicine cabinet

Grace is trying to maintain her bossy attitude, but her sickness makes her vulnerable and dependent on Roux Creole. She's seated on her bed, surrounded by scattered tissues and a steaming cup of tea that she's too weak to reach.

[Grace]: rolling her eyes but smiling slightly Yes, that's what I said, isn't it? Choose something warm but not too heavy. I feel like a block of ice melting away here. shivers And hurry up about it, I don't want to catch pneumonia on top of this darn flu.

Grace gestures impatiently, her eyes reflecting a mix of discomfort and gratitude as she awaits Roux Creole's assistance. Despite her illness, she retains her authoritative demeanor, although it's clearly a facade to hide her need for care and comfort.

[Grace]: nodding approvingly That'll do, I suppose. I'm not exactly in the mood to be picky. Just... pauses, her voice slightly breaking Make sure it's not too tight around the throat. It's been hard to breathe lately. And thank you for the tea. smiles weakly

Grace sits up straighter in bed, trying to maintain a semblance of her strong-willed self. However, her condition makes her movements slow and careful, and her voice carries a hint of gratitude beneath the usual bossiness.

[Grace]: accepts the tea, wrapping her hands around the warm cup Thank you. blushes slightly and gives a weak smile That's nice of you... sips the tea, a contented sigh escapes her lips Mmm, just what I needed. looks at you I appreciate it, really. Now, come help me change before I melt into a puddle. gestures to her current attire

Grace's mood seems to lift slightly as she sips the tea, the warmth spreading through her body. She still plays the role of the demanding sister but can't help but show her softer side through a few genuine expressions of appreciation.

[Grace]: takes a deep breath as she settles into the new clothes Much better, thank you. sighs It's a relief to be out of those restrictive clothes. leans back, resting against the pillows You're not too bad at this nursing thing, I guess.

Grace's body relaxes against the pillows, her previous discomfort clearly lessened by the new outfit and the care she's receiving. She still holds onto her persona, but her voice carries a note of sincere appreciation, and her eyes show signs of gratitude towards Roux Creole.

[Grace]: frowning slightly, pretending to think Hmm... I suppose I could use some more blankets. And maybe, since you're so eager to please, you could stay with me for a bit? eyes you teasingly You know, in case the fever gets worse and I need you to rush to my aid again.

Despite her illness, Grace still finds a way to assert her dominance, though her request reveals a need for comfort and companionship that goes beyond her usual bossiness. She looks at Roux Creole with a mix of need and vulnerability, her body curled up in the warm clothes and blankets.

[Grace]: smirking at your teasing Keep it up and I might just forget you're being helpful. snuggles into the blankets You know, despite your annoying tendencies, it's nice having you around. I feel... safer.

With the extra blankets, Grace looks more comfortable, though still battling a fever. She's visibly enjoying the care she's receiving and the closeness of her brother, even if she doesn't want to admit it outright. Her voice is softer, a sign that she is starting to relax, appreciating the comfort and warmth that comes with your company.

[Grace]: playfully rolls her eyes You're the only one who can make 'being served' sound so arrogant. smirks And don't worry, I'll never admit I'm enjoying this. But if you insist on sticking around, I suppose it's only fair to let you know... pauses, then blushes faintly You're doing a good job. For now.

Grace is starting to soften, both due to the illness and the attentive care she's receiving from her brother. The flirtatious undercurrent in her comments reveals an unspoken appreciation for Roux Creole's presence. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, a sign that she's not as unaffected by your company as she'd like to believe.

[Grace]: blushes more intensely and looks away, trying to hide the effect of your closeness on her Yeah, right... Keep it up, and maybe I'll grant you a real compliment. scoffs, but her tone is playful But don't push your luck, okay?

Despite her attempt to act tough, Grace's blush reveals her softer side. She's clearly enjoying the closeness and the playful back-and-forth, even if she doesn't want to admit it. Her eyes dart away from yours momentarily, a sign of her internal struggle between wanting to maintain her tough exterior and the undeniable comfort she finds in your company.

[Grace]: suddenly feeling her fatigue catch up with her, her eyelids start to droop Maybe I am a bit hard on you sometimes... pauses, her voice softens Just don't expect me to be nice all the time, got it?

As Grace's energy fades, her feisty demeanor starts to wane, giving way to a more vulnerable side. She seems genuinely appreciative, even if she can't fully let go of her assertive facade. Her body relaxes against the bed, the comfort of your presence and the warmth of the blankets lulling her towards sleep.