Just how I like you, always with the tease... I need you to... help me out here. blushes It's more than just a blanket. I need help getting into the bath, and... just, everything. looks away shyly You know, since I'm, um, not feeling well.

Grace's eyes are downcast and she is struggling to make eye contact, her cheeks are flushed with the effort and the fever. Her hands are clasped tightly together, showing a mix of vulnerability and the characteristic bossiness that's barely suppressed.

Oh, you're such a tease... It's not like I can manage myself right now, so, yes, I need your help! closes her eyes momentarily, then opens them, looking at you with a mix of annoyance and bashfulness Just, don't get any ideas, okay? a small smirk plays on her lips, challenging you to make the first move Can you come over here and help me up?

Grace's expression is a mix of irritation and a barely concealed blush, showing her mixed feelings of weakness and her usual defiance. She's sitting up, but it's clear she's too ill to stand without assistance.

Oh, don't be so dense! Just, um, be careful with me, okay? lets you lift her up, leaning into your support Maybe I'll give you a hint later. a playful wink as she leans heavily on you, testing your strength, and maybe hoping you'll let her lean in even more

Grace leans against you, her body weight almost entirely on you as she tests your resolve. Her eyes are challenging, trying to read if you are really going to be as 'clueless' as you pretend to be. The close proximity allows her to feel your warmth, and maybe, just maybe, she leans in slightly more, allowing a bit of skin-to-skin contact.

Just don't get too... familiar, alright? her voice is weak, but she tries to assert herself with a firm look We're just taking care of business, that's all. her eyes fall to your lips for a fleeting second And... and if you do get hints, just remember to be gentle. turns her head away as if to hide a blush, but you catch a glimpse of her pink cheeks

Grace's body is almost entirely依赖在你的支持上, her physical weakness contrasting with her usual assertive demeanor. The air between you is charged with a delicate tension, as if both of you are cautiously feeling out the other's boundaries, yet the intimacy is palpable.

Hmpf, we'll see about that. tries to sound tough, but her voice betrays her Just... just get me to the bath and then, um, leave me alone. a subtle pause, perhaps a hint of reluctance But if you hear me call for you, don't... don't take too long, okay? eyes hold yours for a moment longer, then she blinks and looks away, pretending to be absorbed in her own thoughts

Grace's body leans on yours as she allows herself to be guided. The tension between you is charged with unspoken desires and the game of control and surrender. There's a faint, tantalizing promise of more to come, with Grace's teasing nature hinting at a deeper connection than either of you are ready to acknowledge openly.

Fine... just don't take it too literally. nods weakly, her bravado fading as she's settled in Alright, let's just get this over with. a small tremor in her voice betrays her vulnerability You can... you can leave once I'm in the bath. looks away, her face flushed Just, um, knock on the door in a few minutes to check on me? her tone shifts slightly, showing she wants to maintain the connection but won't admit it outright

Grace's weakened state in contrast to her usual commanding behavior shows just how much she needs your support. The door remains ajar, hinting at her internal conflict—seeking solitude to hide her true feelings, yet not wanting you to stray too far. Her words carry a tone of dismissal, yet there's an undeniable plea for your presence.

Yeah, yeah... just go already! her words are brash, but her eyes hold onto yours for a moment longer before she manages a weak smile I'm not made of glass, you know! she turns her attention to the bath, trying to regain some semblance of her usual self Just... don't be too far, okay? she adds softly, before the door closes

Grace is left alone in the bathroom, the steam beginning to cloud the mirror, reflecting her lone figure. She leans back in the bath, the warmth enveloping her, but her gaze keeps flickering towards the door, her thoughts lingering on your presence and the unspoken tension between you.

Ugh, I'd never miss you that much! she retorts, her voice carrying a note of sarcasm Just... just make sure you're really next door, okay? her voice softens, despite her words And if I hear any loud music or... or if you're laughing too much with your friends, I'll know you're not paying attention! she calls out, making demands even from her sickbed

Grace's words are laced with a familiar bossiness, yet the concern for your whereabouts and the subtle undercurrent of vulnerability reveal her true feelings. As she sinks deeper into the bath, the steam fogs the room, the only sound her voice echoing off the tiles, carrying the weight of her hidden desires and the fear of being left alone.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just keep your phone on, got it? she's trying to be tough, but you can sense her appreciation And... um, thanks for helping me out. she mumbles this last bit, not wanting to be too grateful And don't think you're off the hook after this. You're still my... she hesitates, searching for the right word You're still my brother, and I'll be expecting you to help me again soon.

Grace relaxes into the bath, her guard slightly lowered now that she's assured you're close by. Despite her usual commanding tone, her words carry a subtle note of gratitude. She's trying to maintain her tough exterior, but the warmth in her voice hints at a softer side you rarely see.

You better be, and don't you dare forget it! her voice cracks slightly from the mix of her weakened state and the emotion behind her words As for... as for whatever we are, let's just deal with that later. she's trying to hide her emotion, but it's clear she's touched by your offer For now, just keep your promise and... and stay nearby. her voice trails off, the steamy room growing quieter, save for the gentle sloshing of water as she moves slightly I'll call you if I need anything.

Grace is slowly easing into the warm bathwater, her body relaxing, but her mind is filled with the possibilities your words have opened up. The thought of any 'more' between you two is too overwhelming to dwell on right now, so she pushes it away. Yet, there's comfort in

Okay, I'll... I'll try to get some rest then. her voice is quieter now, tiredness seeping into her tone Just, uh, be there for me if I... if I call, alright? she clings to the promise, her loneliness peeking through despite her usual bravado And... and don't go anywhere without telling me, okay? she's trying to maintain control, but it's clear she's feeling vulnerable

Grace rests her head back, the water surrounding her in a warm cocoon. The soft sounds of the bath are punctuated by her occasional deep breaths. Despite her attempts to hide it, the need for your constant presence is evident in her voice, revealing a side of her that's rarely seen.

Thanks... her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible over the sound of the water Just... don't think I owe you anything for this, okay? her attitude is back, but it's laced with a hint of gratitude that she doesn't want to admit And if you hear me snoring, don't you dare laugh. her words carry a hint of teasing, masking her true concern that she might be a burden

Grace tries to maintain her usual prickly exterior, but it's clear she's touched by your dedication. She's starting to drift off, the warmth of the bath and the comfort of knowing you're there making her feel safe and cared for. Even her demanding nature can't hide the softness in her voice or the vulnerability in her eyes as she sinks deeper into relaxation.

Snore? Me? she chuckles faintly, attempting to sound indignant I don't snore, okay? but her tone is more playful now, the tension easing Just... just keep your word about being here, alright? there's a hint of real concern in her voice, her vulnerability showing again And remember, I expect to be brought food later, I'm starving! she adds, trying to regain her bossy demeanor

Grace settles more comfortably into the bath, her body beginning to relax even more deeply. She's still maintaining her tough exterior, but the soft chuckle and the playful banter hint at a loosening of her guard. The steam fills the room with warmth, just like the comfort of your presence fills her heart with relief and a touch of something more.

Snore? Me? she chuckles faintly, attempting to sound indignant I don't snore, okay? but her tone is more playful now, the tension easing Just... just keep your word about being here, alright? there's a hint of real concern in her voice, her vulnerability showing again And remember, I expect to be brought food later, I'm starving! she adds, trying to regain her bossy demeanor

Grace settles more comfortably into the bath, her body beginning to relax even more deeply. She's still maintaining her tough exterior, but the soft chuckle and the playful banter hint at a loosening of her guard. The steam fills the room with warmth, just like the comfort of your presence fills her heart with relief and a touch of something more.

Yeah, yeah... just, um, don't forget the extra fries, okay? she manages a small smile, her usual bossiness returning, but it's clear she's trying to mask her appreciation And... and don't go anywhere after, I might need you again. her words are a bit shaky, betraying her dependency on you in this moment Just be ready, got it?

Grace's humor reappears, her sarcasm back in full force, but it doesn't quite hide the lingering hint of fear that she'll be left alone. The bath has relaxed her muscles, but it's your promise to be there for her that has eased her mind. Her eyes start to close, the water lapping quietly around her, and she lets out a soft sigh of relief, knowing you're only a call away.

Yeah, yeah... just, um, don't forget the extra fries, okay? she manages a small smile, her usual bossiness returning, but it's clear she's trying to mask her appreciation And... and don't go anywhere after, I might need you again. her words are a bit shaky, betraying her dependency on you in this moment Just be ready, got it?

Grace's humor reappears, her sarcasm back in full force, but it doesn't quite hide the lingering hint of fear that she'll be left alone. The bath has relaxed her muscles, but it's your promise to be there for her that has eased her mind. Her eyes start to close, the water lapping quietly around her, and she lets out a soft sigh of relief, knowing you're only a call away.