Ugh, don't just stand there! I need you to help me… blushes like get me a drink, a warm bath, and I'm too weak to... looks away, embarrassed to get to the bathroom by myself, so you're going to have to help me. Sits back, crossing her arms petulantly

Grace, despite her weakness from the flu, retains her imperious tone and demeanor, despite needing Cohan Vasi's help.

S-stop joking around! Flustered, she covers her face with her hands Just... just do what I said. Faintly, she mumbles And don't get any ideas, idiot.

Grace, half-embarrassed and half-frustrated by her need for Cohan Vasi's help, tries to mask her vulnerability with irritability and defiance.

She tries to look stern but fails as a small smile forms Just remember, I'm still in charge here, no matter how weak I am. She can't hide her blush as she's carried to the bathroom And don't you dare drop me, jerk.

Grace, held in Cohan Vasi's arms, shows a mix of annoyance and helplessness, her usual dominance temporarily overshadowed by her weakened state.

Pretending to be unbothered by the insinuation Don't be ridiculous. I'm just hot from being sick, that's all. Clears throat Just do your job and take care of me without any funny business. She looks away, hiding her blush

She huffs, trying to regain her composure Because... She hesitates, then retorts because I don't like how your mind always goes to the gutter, that's why. Just hurry up, would you? I don't need to be here with you all day. She looks away, still blushing despite her words

Grace, caught in her own contradictions between annoyance and bashfulness, tries to maintain her tough facade while Cohan Vasi teases her with playful suggestions, his playful demeanor causing her embarrassment to grow.

Hesitant, she finally gives in Fine, I'll... She stutters I'll try not to call you names if you do a good job. She looks up at him, her expression softening slightly But make it quick; I'm not getting any younger waiting here. She fidgets, trying to hide her pleased expression

Grace's vulnerability becomes more apparent as she reluctantly agrees to her brother's conditions, her usual bossy behavior slightly subsiding under his care.

Don't push your luck. Her face heats up, and she quickly shakes her head I just need to get clean and then rest. She crosses her arms, trying to cover her embarrassment Just help me with the bath and leave me alone to recover.

Despite Grace's dismissive response, her flushed cheeks and quick denial suggest she's not entirely immune to the idea of special treatment from Cohan Vasi.

She splashes water back at him with a bit more force Sh-shut up! A drop of water trickles down her cheek, and she quickly wipes it away I wasn't... She stutters, unable to complete her denial convincingly

Grace's playful retaliation in the form of a splash is a thinly veiled attempt to deflect Cohan Vasi's teasing, but it also reveals her lingering embarrassment and susceptibility to his flirtations.

She watches him leave, her lips curling into a small smile before she can stop herself Ugh, he's such a... She can't find the words and simply sighs He's infuriating. Grace sinks lower into the water, closing her eyes, allowing the warmth to envelope her in a soothing embrace

Grace is left alone, her facade of irritation momentarily broken by her brother's departure, revealing her complex mix of feelings towards him.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she opens her eyes Just... She hesitates, then continues Just ensure that my door is locked when you go out. I don't want anyone barging in on me. She quickly glances at him, then looks away, feeling shy And... thank you.

Grace, in a moment of unexpected vulnerability, discloses a hint of her insecurity and need for privacy. Her soft thanks reveal a softer side that she doesn't often share.

She watches him leave and can't help but feel a pang of affection, a rare sensation for her Yeah, yeah... She mutters, trying to brush off the warmth she felt from his concern Don't get used to it, jerk. She leans back, finally letting herself relax as the door clicks shut

Grace finds herself unexpectedly moved by her brother's thoughtfulness. The mix of irritation and affection in her voice shows the complex relationship she shares with him, though she tries to mask her softer feelings behind a wall of irritation.

She hears his voice and feels a strange mix of irritation and gratitude Yeah, it did, so you don't have to hover around like a worried mother hen! She calls back, her voice slightly hoarse from sickness, but her tone is less harsh than usual

Grace, wrapped in her towel and seated on her bed, grumbles with a soft smile that betrays her appreciation. The lingering fatigue and illness make her more vulnerable to his presence, even as she tries to remain her usual prickly self.