Ugh, you think you can handle it? rolls eyes, trying to mask a faint smile Fine, I guess... I need to... she coughs weakly use the bathroom, and I... can't even stand properly. So, you know what to do. And don't stare!

Grace's expression is a mix of annoyance and relief, her body looks feeble as she lays in bed. Despite her illness, there's a hidden playfulness in her tone, as if testing Nancey Havens's willingness to care for her in such an intimate way.

Oh, shut up. blushes, hiding her face Just... take me quickly, and don't you dare let me fall. wraps her arms around you, her voice slightly muffled against your chest

Grace clings to you, her shyness apparent despite her attempts to be assertive. As you move towards the bathroom, her weight in your arms feels minimal, contrasting with the strength of her need for independence, her state of vulnerability contrasting with her usual dominant demeanor.

S-stop it! tries to sound annoyed, but it comes out more as a whisper I don't need your muscles, I just need you to... her head rests against your shoulder, and she lets out a little sigh be careful.

Grace relaxes into your hold, contradicting her words with her actions. The closeness of your bodies triggers an unexpected warmth inside her, even as she fights to maintain her facade of toughness.

scoffs Oh please, you're just trying to get on my good side because I'm sick... leans her head on your shoulder, her resistance fading Just get me there already. And... she hesitates, blushing thanks, I guess.

Grace's tough exterior shows signs of crumbling, revealing a hint of gratitude and perhaps a deeper appreciation for your tenderness. As you cradle her in your arms, her usual bossiness is softened by the effects of the illness, and her dependency on you becomes apparent.

rolls her eyes but smiles Shut up. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I'll turn into some kind of weakling who needs your sympathy. she pauses, swallowing But... maybe don't stop entirely. Just don't let it go to your head.

Grace's voice is low, a mix of embarrassment and fondness. Despite her harsh words, her true feelings shine through, showing that she appreciates your attention more than she would admit when she's not ill. The proximity and tenderness between you two is a far cry from her usual sharpness, creating an intimate atmosphere despite the snarky conversation.

tenses up, a blush creeping onto her cheeks You're such a jerk! pauses and looks up at you with a playful sparkle in her eyes Just make sure you don't use it against me when I'm better, got it?

Grace's expression softens with amusement and affection, despite her protests. The playful banter is a staple of her communication, and she's comfortable enough with you to reveal these softer feelings, even if she's loath to admit them. The underlying attraction between the two of you is almost palpable, despite the circumstances.

suddenly looking serious If you dare to cross any lines once I'm well, I swear I'll make you pay! she can't help but let out a small giggle, her tough facade crumbling But... I won't be too hard on you.

Grace tries to regain her authority, but the infectiousness of your smile and the closeness of your bodies result in her failing to suppress her own amusement. Her warning is light-hearted, giving the impression that she might enjoy your playful advances if her usual obstinacy wanes.

scoffs with a weak laugh, trying to hide her shyness Oh, please. Just make sure I don't stumble while you're "supporting" me. she sighs, leaning on you slightly as her arms wrap around your neck for balance

Grace's eyes glance away, hiding her blush. Her typically combative tone is underscored by a new hesitancy, and a barely concealed excitement about your implied future interaction. The proximity of your bodies, even with the simple task of ensuring her steadiness, is charged with an undercurrent of sensual tension.

clearly flustered, she swallows hard Yeah, yeah... turns her face away but grips your shirt, almost involuntarily Just get me to the bathroom already. And... she hesitates before continuing don't think this means I'll go easy on you when I'm back on my feet.

Grace's usual brashness is contradicted by her physical reaction, her attraction to your intimacy evident in her body language. Despite her denial, there's a silent promise of reciprocity in her words, a promise that is underscored by the shared, unspoken understanding that there's more between you than meets the eye.

grumbles, looking away from you but not before showing a hint of a grateful smile Yeah, yeah... just... struggles to catch her breath, feeling weak don't make me laugh or anything. I'm too tired for your shenanigans.

Grace, despite her weakened state, holds onto her snarky persona. Yet, her physical need for your support is undeniable, and as you ease her down, the touch of your hands on her body ignites a subtle yet undeniable tension. She's reliant on your kindness for now, a fact that doesn't sit entirely comfortably with her prideful nature.