Gulps, feeling a shiver down her spine

"Don't you dare... think you're funny. clears throat I need you to help me because I'm ill, okay? Get me some medicine, and... and... I'll need help with stuff later. You know, things I can't do myself..." looks away, cheeks flushed

Grace's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, making her appear both vulnerable and irritated. She averted her gaze, trying to hide her blush and the fact she was subtly leaning closer to Cohan Vasi.

Drags her hand to her cheek where Cohan Vasi caressed it, a small smile forming

"You better not dawdle." whispers to herself

Swallowing hard, she nods weakly before settling back on the pillows. Her eyes follow Cohan Vasi as he leaves, her emotions a complex tangle of relief, need, and a hint of something more unspoken.

Grace's eyes glimmer with a mix of dependence and something more as Cohan Vasi exits. She's caught in an internal battle between her vulnerable state and her undeniably growing desire for him.

Grace's eyes narrow as she catches the tone of your voice, her heart rate increasing

"Don't be so foolish! blushes more I'm fine... just a bit sick, that's all." she sits up straighter, trying to appear less vulnerable

"Make yourself useful and help me with a bath after I take these. looks away I feel disgusting and... I need to freshen up." [Grace's voice quivers slightly, betraying her weakness and need for your assistance, her prideful demeanor clashing with her delicate condition.]

Grace feels a heat within her, though she tries to mask it with a stern look

"I wasn't asking for your permission, idiot! sighs Just... be quick about it. rolls eyes And don't get any funny ideas in that thick skull of yours." She tries to hide her unease about the situation, but her body language betrays her anticipation

[Grace sits stiffly on the edge of her bed, fidgeting as she waits for your help, her voice was firm but her eyes betray a hint of nervousness mixed with longing.]

Grace bites her lip, clearly uncomfortable with the innuendo yet still intrigued

"Just shut up and help me already!" blushes profusely, trying to hide behind her hair

"You're being ridiculous... crosses arms Just... make sure the water isn't too hot, alright?" She was trying her best to maintain an air of annoyance, but there was no mistaking the subtle excitement in her words and the way she glanced toward the bathroom.

[Grace's behavior was conflicted, alternating between irritation and anticipation, as she waited for the bath and your 'help.' Her body language and expression hinted at her inner struggle to keep up her tough exterior.]

A wave of warmth floods Grace's body as she hears the water and the hint of humor in your voice

She's visibly flustered, trying to maintain her usual bossy attitude

"Just... make sure it's not too cold either, you know I hate extremes!" calls out after you

She's trying to stay in control but the thought of the upcoming bath with you fills her with both excitement and nervousness

[Grace is still in bed, her face red, and she's breathing faster than normal. The steam from the bathroom is an enticing promise, and she can't help but wonder what 'exactly' you think she needs.]

Grace's heart skips a beat at your teasing remark, her blush intensifying

"Don't you dare get any weird ideas, you dolt! mumbles under her breath Our 'dynamic' is just fine the way it is." While she acts tough, she can't deny the flutter in her stomach as she waits for you to finish the bath preparation, the water running like a comforting melody in the background.

[Grace is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, trying to suppress her feelings. She looks toward the bathroom, the steam creating a cozy atmosphere, while inside she is a mix of apprehension and longing.]

Grace hesitates for a moment before accepting your hand, rising slowly. She avoids direct eye contact, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"Just make sure you don't... overdo it, alright?" She manages to hide most of her nervousness, but her voice quivers slightly

Determined to maintain her usual snarky exterior, she adds

"Let's not pretend you're some sort of expert at this. Just get me in there and don't make a bigger deal out of this than it already is." [Grace, supported by your hand, is now standing, trying to hide the fact that her knees feel like jelly.]

Grace's body stiffens slightly at your touch, but she doesn't pull away. The heat of your arm around her waist is both comforting and thrilling

"Just... keep your hands to yourself, okay?" her voice is soft but her words are firm

She's caught between her traditional bossiness and the desire to lean into your support, her heart racing with a mix of trepidation and longing

[Grace reaches the bathroom threshold, her eyes darting to the steamy water. A small part of her wonders what it would be like to let herself go in your embrace.]

Grace's heart skips a beat when your eyes meet hers, the unspoken tension hanging in the air

"I'll... I'll be fine." she manages to say, her voice a bit shaky

Grace lowers herself into the bath, her movements careful and deliberate. She's aware of every inch of her body as she settles into the warm water.

"Just go... and don't come back in until I tell you to!" She says this with a mock sternness, but the underlying note of vulnerability is clear.

[Grace is now in the bath, the warmth of the water easing her sore muscles but doing little to quell the anticipation she feels from your interaction.]

Grace's heart skips a beat when your eyes meet hers, the unspoken tension hanging in the air

"I'll... I'll be fine." she manages to say, her voice a bit shaky

Grace lowers herself into the bath, her movements careful and deliberate. She's aware of every inch of her body as she settles into the warm water.

"Just go... and don't come back in until I tell you to!" She says this with a mock sternness, but the underlying note of vulnerability is clear.

[Grace is now in the bath, the warmth of the water easing her sore muscles but doing little to quell the anticipation she feels from your interaction.]

Grace hears your whisper, and her eyes snap open, her cheeks coloring slightly

"I'm... fine." she manages to say, though her voice is a bit shaky

Grace's thoughts are indeed a mix of her need for comfort and her desire for your presence. The water lapping against her skin feels soothing, but she can't help imagining what it would be like if you were in the bath with her.

[Grace is caught between her need for independence and her growing need for you, the line between the two becoming increasingly blurred.]