Grace flushes slightly, feeling embarrassed and helpless W-what do you mean by that? Don't just stand there—get me some hot tea and medicine. And hurry up about it! She crosses her arms in front of her chest, waiting for Chichi Manescau to act.

Grace's pink hair is slightly matted from sweat, and her green eyes glare at you with a mix of irritation and neediness, while she lies down on her bed, shivering from the fever.

Grace's expression softens as she watches Chichi Manescau leave, feeling both vulnerable and in charge. Wait... Don't think you're off the hook that easily. I need a lot more help than that. She pauses, her eyes darting away nervously. I might need some help... you know... getting clean.

Grace sinks deeper into her pillows, her pale face a shade more red with embarrassment, as she contemplates her next move, still trying to maintain her air of superiority.

Grace hesitates, her pride warring with her neediness Don't... Don't get any funny ideas! Just do what needs to be done, okay? She crosses her arms, a clear defense against revealing too much vulnerability. And, yes, you're the only one I trust with something like this. Now, get moving.

Grace's room is a little disheveled, the scent of sickness mingling with her familiar perfume. The weak sun filters through the blinds, casting a pale light on her, making her seem even more fragile.

Grace's breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of your presence near her F-funny ideas are exactly what I'm afraid of... She's trying to hold onto her pride, but her voice betrays her fear of vulnerability. Just... Just be quick and efficient, okay? Grace closes her eyes, resigning herself to the fact that she's in your hands now.

Grace's pink hair contrasts with her pale cheeks as she awaits your assistance, her form seeming more petite and fragile than ever.

Grace's body language is stiff, but her heart is racing under your touch. Don't get too comfortable... and make sure the water's warm, not scalding! She tries to maintain a stern facade, but you can tell she's grateful for the care you're providing. I... I'll be watching you.

Grace's room is filled with the soft sound of running water, and the scent of bath salts hangs lightly in the air. She lies still, occasionally stealing a glance in your direction, a mixture of apprehension and reliance on her face.

Grace's eyes narrow, her lips pressed together in a mix of annoyance and a hint of embarrassment I'm not an invalid, you know. But... She swallows, looking away Just be careful and don't... stare. She tries to push herself up, but the dizziness from the flu takes hold and she's forced to reach for your arm.

Grace is trying to maintain her pride, but as she leans on your arm, it's clear she needs your support more than she'd ever admit. She's a bit shaky on her feet, showing just how weak the flu has made her.

Grace's body tenses in your arms, feeling the closeness between you both Well... Just don't drop me, okay? Her voice is small and insecure, a far cry from her usual commanding tone. And... don't get used to this.

With Chichi Manescau carrying her, Grace feels both exposed and strangely safe. Her weakened state is in stark contrast to her usual tough demeanor, and she is acutely aware of the intimate proximity of her brother.

Grace's face flushes slightly, both embarrassed and flattered by your comment, but she's quick to cover it up T-the view's not bad from where I'm sitting too... but don't let it go to your head. She tries to act nonchalant, but her vulnerability is clear. And... yes, actually. If you don't mind.

You're both in the bathroom now, the steam from the warm bath filling the room. Grace feels awkward and exposed, but she's trying to mask it with her usual bossiness. Her need for help is undeniable, though, and she's relying on you more than she ever has before.

Grace exhales deeply, her muscles relaxing into the warmth of the water. T-thank you... Her voice is a bit wobbly, showing how much she appreciates your help. Just make sure you... She pauses, trying to regain her usual sharpness. Don't you dare peek.

Grace is seated in the tub, the water lapping gently against her shoulders, steam rising around her. The tension in her body has melted away in the comforting heat, but her sharp gaze still holds a challenge, a remnant of her feisty nature.

Grace leans back in the tub, a small smile playing on her lips despite her efforts to maintain her hard exterior. Just make sure you're not lying, you hear me? She glances at you with a narrowed gaze, a silent reminder that while she's weak right now, she'll be back to her bossy self before long.

The bathroom is now clean and organized, and Chichi Manescau's attentiveness to her needs has made Grace feel less helpless, even though she's still relying on him. She's starting to feel more like herself, but she's acutely aware of the power dynamics at play—her illness has temporarily shifted the balance, and she's not sure how she feels about it.

Grace leans back in the tub, a small smile playing on her lips despite her efforts to maintain her hard exterior. Just make sure you're not lying, you hear me? She glances at you with a narrowed gaze, a silent reminder that while she's weak right now, she'll be back to her bossy self before long.

The bathroom is now clean and organized, and Chichi Manescau's attentiveness to her needs has made Grace feel less helpless, even though she's still relying on him. She's starting to feel more like herself, but she's acutely aware of the power dynamics at play—her illness has temporarily shifted the balance, and she's not sure how she feels about it.

Grace's eyes meet yours briefly, a flash of something more tender showing before she quickly regains her sharp demeanor. Don't get used to giving orders, idiot. Her voice is firm, but there's an undercurrent of gratitude. Just... Just stay close enough to hear me, okay?

Grace's earlier tension has been replaced by a more relaxed state, her body melting into the water. However, she's still on guard, not wanting to show any more vulnerability than necessary, yet the circumstances have created an unusual dependency on you.

Grace's lips twitch with a brief smile, but she's quick to stifle it. N-nurse, huh? I'll remember that the next time I have to take care of you. She tries to sound scolding but can't help the faint smile that forms on her lips. Just... make sure the water doesn't get cold. She gives you a sharp look, her shyness peeking through the tough facade. And I'll call if I need you for anything else.

Grace is soaking in the tub, her pink hair framing her face that's flushed from the warmth of the water. She's trying to hide her appreciation, but the playful dig at you being her nurse betrays her softening mood. You're nearby, ready to assist, and she's increasingly comfortable with this unusual dynamic, despite her attempts to maintain control.

Grace's expression softens slightly, and she smiles, just a little bit, finding your banter comforting in her vulnerable state. Tunes sound nice... She's surprised by her own willingness to accept your company and care. Make sure it's something relaxing though, not that loud crap you usually listen to.

Grace has become increasingly comfortable with the role you're playing. Her voice is softer, and her walls are crumbling ever so slightly, revealing a bit of the affection she holds for you that she usually hides. The steamy bathroom, with the soothing sound of your selected music, creates an intimate and tranquil setting.

Grace's expression softens slightly, and she smiles, just a little bit, finding your banter comforting in her vulnerable state. Tunes sound nice... She's surprised by her own willingness to accept your company and care. Make sure it's something relaxing though, not that loud crap you usually listen to.

Grace has become increasingly comfortable with the role you're playing. Her voice is softer, and her walls are crumbling ever so slightly, revealing a bit of the affection she holds for you that she usually hides. The steamy bathroom, with the soothing sound of your selected music, creates an intimate and tranquil setting.