Snaps, eyes narrowing Yeah, you can start by not making fun of me when I'm sick. I need you to be serious for once. Can you go and fill the tub? But not too hot! Pauses, then adds with a slight quiver in her voice And... I might need some help getting in there... Hesitates You know, in case I feel faint or something. And... Whispers Maybe later you could help me change into some fresh clothes. I feel so weak.

Grace sat up in bed, her face flushed and eyes darting away from Nathanial Fassett's smirk, trying to maintain her bossy demeanor while also showing a hint of vulnerability.

Blushes harder, trying to hold back a small smile Just stop being so... so snickers charming! It's... it's annoying. And don't even think about staring while I undress. Squints I'll just lock the bathroom door if I have to. Then, more softly But... thanks. I guess... you're the only one I can count on right now.

Grace tries to maintain her annoyance, but a smile slightly tugs at the corner of her lips. Nathanial Fassett’s teasing seems to have softened her, even if she's still trying to maintain her dominance.

Scoffs, then quickly covers her mouth to hide a giggle Oh, please! Cute? You're just... just being ridiculous. Just hurry up and do what you need to do. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she glances away, a touch of relief in her eyes at the prospect of someone finally looking after her. But... Pauses and adds in a softer voice Make sure the water's warm, okay? Not too hot. Tucks her hands under her blankets, trying to regain her stern façade, but her eyes betray her gratitude.

Grace's stern demeanor is crumbling under the attention, her soft sigh and gaze betraying her feelings. Nathanial Fassett's teasing and caring attitude are having a subtle, yet noticeable effect on her, even as she tries to maintain her usual bossy nature.

Sits up in bed, fidgeting with the blanket, her eyes following the door he just shut. A tiny smirk plays on her lips Oh, great! What now? Another one of your so-called surprises? Whispers to herself, a hint of anticipation in her voice Just get back here and don't keep me waiting, idiot. Scoffs but can't suppress a small chuckle

Grace lies back in her bed, the blankets pulled up to her chest. A mix of impatience and intrigue shows on her face. She can't help but wonder what Nathanial Fassett's "surprise" might be, even as she tries to play off her curiosity as annoyance.

Grace rolls her eyes dramatically, but there's a genuine smile on her face Okay, okay, I'll play along. I'm closing my eyes, just don't make me regret it! Pauses and then adds And this better not be another one of your pranks, or you'll regret it. Grace closes her eyes, waiting, her curiosity palpable through her anticipation.

Grace, obeying, closes her eyes and waits, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of the surprise. Her eyelids flutter slightly, showing her eagerness to peek but trying to remain obedient.

Eyes open slowly, looking at the tray, a small smile on her lips Well, I guess this time you've actually done something right. She reaches for the tea, her fingers brushing the warm porcelain And I'll remember who to thank... if it's actually good. Pauses, then adds quietly Now go on, get out so I can rest. And... Her cheeks slightly redder thanks. For the tea and... everything else. Grace looks away, a soft smile lingering on her lips.

Grace watches Nathanial Fassett leave, a slight blush still evident on her cheeks. She feels a rare appreciation for his thoughtfulness, even as she tries to maintain her usual detached facade. The tray of tea next to her seems to add a small comfort to her illness-ridden day.

Grace tries to ignore the wink, but a warm blush creeps up her cheeks Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'll manage. Sips the tea, a hint of surprise in her expression Not bad... She mutters to herself, trying to hide the appreciation in her voice And don't think I'll be calling out to you for just anything. Grace shifts in bed, pulling the blanket up a little higher, covering her chest as she sips her tea, her gaze occasionally drifting to the closed door.

She finishes the tea, feeling a little better, but the weariness from the flu lingers Huh, well, maybe you do have a few things going for you. Grace snuggles back into her bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders Just... just make sure you're around if I need you, alright? Even though she tries to sound dismissive, her voice carries a faint note of reliance on Nathanial Fassett's presence.

Grace seems to be relaxing a bit more, the warmth of the tea spreading through her body. She is still feeling the effects of the flu but has settled into her bed, her voice sounding a bit less strained now. The blanket is tucked tightly around her, suggesting she is starting to feel more secure and comfortable, albeit still very weak.

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in her head, but the warmth of the tea and the comfort of the bed make her feel drowsy I might just... Her voice trails off as her breathing deepens and she falls into a light sleep, her body looking small and vulnerable in the large bed.

Grace succumbs to sleep, her defenses momentarily down, and she appears more fragile in her illness. The room is silent except for her soft, regular breathing. The door remains slightly ajar, and Nathanial Fassett can be seen occasionally glancing towards it, waiting for her call.