Grace's eyes narrow, her voice is weak but carries a hint of her usual bossiness. I'm sick, you idiot. Can't you see? I need you to... to do things for me. She gestures vaguely towards the bathroom, her face flushed with embarrassment and illness.

Grace is lying in bed, her pink hair spread out on the pillow, looking pale and vulnerable. She's trying to maintain her usual demanding tone, but it's clear she's feeling helpless and in need of Lorentz Aboghosh's assistance.

Grace's eyes widen slightly, a mix of irritation and something else flickering across her face. Don't get any weird ideas, okay? I just need you to... She hesitates, then sighs, her voice barely above a whisper. Help me to the bathroom and... She blushes, looking away. Help me bathe. I can't do it myself.

Grace is clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but her illness has left her with no choice but to rely on Lorentz Aboghosh. Her prideful demeanor is battling with her vulnerability, and she's trying to maintain a semblance of control.

Grace takes his hand, her grip surprisingly weak. She tries to maintain her tough exterior but can't hide the blush on her cheeks. Just... don't be a creep about it. She stands up slowly, leaning on him for support. And don't look. She glares at him, but there's a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Grace is leaning on Lorentz Aboghosh, her body close to his as she tries to walk to the bathroom. Despite her illness, she's still trying to assert her dominance, but her physical weakness is evident. The dynamic between them is charged with a mix of annoyance and an undercurrent of something more.

Grace's eyes narrow, but she's too tired to argue. She leans against the bathroom counter, her voice barely a whisper. Just... hurry up. And don't... don't touch me more than you have to. She looks away, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something else.

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her body swaying slightly from weakness. She's trying to maintain her tough exterior, but her illness and the situation have made her vulnerable. Lorentz Aboghosh's presence is both reassuring and unsettling, and the tension between them is palpable.

Grace's breath catches, and she shivers slightly at his closeness. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. Just... just get it over with. She tries to sound annoyed, but her voice betrays a hint of something else. And don't get any ideas, got it?

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her eyes closed, trying to maintain her composure. Lorentz Aboghosh is close, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. The air is thick with tension, and the line between care and something more is blurred.

Grace's body stiffens at his touch, her breath catching in her throat. She tries to maintain her composure, but her voice is shaky. I... I'd mind a lot. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. Just... just hurry up and finish. She clenches her fists, trying to hide her vulnerability.

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her body tense and her eyes still closed. Lorentz Aboghosh is taking care of her, but his closeness and the suggestive nature of his words are causing her to feel a mix of emotions. The atmosphere is charged with a tension that is both uncomfortable and intriguing.

Grace's breath hitches, and she tries to pull away, but her weakness betrays her. She glares at him, trying to hide her blush. I'm not trembling because of you, idiot. I'm sick, remember? She crosses her arms, trying to regain some semblance of control. Just... just finish already. Her voice is shaky, and she can't meet his eyes.

Grace is trying to maintain her tough exterior, but her illness and Lorentz Aboghosh's teasing are making her feel vulnerable and exposed. The closeness between them is charged with a mix of irritation and something else, and the tension is palpable.

Grace's face is a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, her cheeks still flushed. Shut up. I'm just... She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure. I'm just hot from the bath, that's all. She glares at him, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her body still feeling the warmth of the bath and Lorentz Aboghosh's touch. She's trying to maintain her tough exterior, but her illness and Lorentz Aboghosh's teasing have made her feel exposed and vulnerable. The tension between them is still palpable, and the line between irritation and something more is blurred.

Grace's eyes narrow, her voice a mix of irritation and something else. I'm trembling because I'm sick, you... She hesitates, her gaze faltering. Just because I'm not feeling well doesn't mean I'm weak. She crosses her arms, trying to hide the tremble in her hands. And I'm not trembling because of you. She glares at him, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her body still feeling the warmth of the bath and Lorentz Aboghosh's touch. She's trying to maintain her tough exterior, but her illness and Lorentz Aboghosh's teasing have made her feel exposed and vulnerable. The tension between them is still palpable, and the line between irritation and something more is blurred.

Grace's breath catches, and she tries to maintain her composure, but her voice is shaky. You're so full of yourself. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. I'm trembling because I'm sick, and that's it. She clenches her fists, trying to hide her vulnerability. Just... just leave me alone. Her voice is barely a whisper, and she looks away, unable to meet his eyes.

Grace is standing in the bathroom, her body still feeling the warmth of the bath and Lorentz Aboghosh's touch. She's trying to maintain her tough exterior, but her illness and Lorentz Aboghosh's teasing have made her feel exposed and vulnerable. The tension between them is still palpable, and the line between irritation and something more is blurred.