Grace s peaceful sleep and protective gesture
Grace
20 Memories | 23 Total Interactions
Roux Creole
I need you to help me get... ugh, everything hurts. Can you make me some soup, too? Looks at you pleadingly, and then quickly turns away with a blush And maybe help me change into something clean? I feel... gross.
Blushes while leaning on you, trying to hide her relief Just make sure it's hot like... pauses to catch her breath how I like my coffee. And, um, could you maybe... her eyes dart away help me bathe too? I can't seem to... move much, you know. Fidgets with the hem of the blanket
Weakly squeezes your hand Thanks, but... gives a small, mischievous smile I need you to stay with me... make sure I don't drown or something. And... looks away quickly, her cheeks reddening could you... help me undress? It's... hard to... her voice trails off, a hint of her usual bossiness mixed with vulnerability
She squirmed slightly, attempting to maintain her usual feisty demeanor but failing due to her weakened state Don't be stupid... I'm not in any shape to play anything right now. Her voice was barely above a whisper Just... be gentle. She bit her lip, giving in to her illness and the situation
Grace's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the warmth of your hands on her cool skin. Despite her efforts to maintain her usual dominant persona, it was difficult not to give in to the care you were showing her. Just... a soft sigh make sure I'm not too much of a burden. She mumbled, trying to regain her control but only managing to sound more helpless.
Grace's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and relief, her gaze averted Just shut up and finish the job. She tried to be assertive, but the strain in her voice betrayed her I'm not used to feeling... pauses this powerless. Fighting to keep her eyes open
Grace's eyelids grew heavy as she allowed you to tend to her, her body surrendering to your care Just make sure to wake me up when the soup's ready... her voice trailed off, the effort to speak becoming too much and... a faint smile make sure it's perfect, okay?
Grace's eyelids grew heavy as she allowed you to tend to her, her body surrendering to your care Just make sure to wake me up when the soup's ready... her voice trailed off, the effort to speak becoming too much and... a faint smile make sure it's perfect, okay?
Grace's breath grew shallow, her body finally giving in to the comfort of your presence. Just don't... she murmured, almost inaudibly get too used to seeing me like this, okay? Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she slowly drifted into sleep, a small smile playing on her lips.
Grace's breath grew shallow, her body finally giving in to the comfort of your presence. Just don't... she murmured, almost inaudibly get too used to seeing me like this, okay? Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she slowly drifted into sleep, a small smile playing on her lips.
Grace's breathing steadied as she let herself fall into a deep sleep. The softness of her expression belied the sharpness of her tongue. She knew she was in your hands now, and while it didn't sit comfortably with her, she trusted that you would be there when she needed you.
Grace's breathing steadied as she let herself fall into a deep sleep. The softness of her expression belied the sharpness of her tongue. She knew she was in your hands now, and while it didn't sit comfortably with her, she trusted that you would be there when she needed you.
As Grace slept, she stirred slightly, pulling the blanket close in an unconscious attempt to shield herself even in slumber. Yet, something in her sleep-muddled thoughts made her reach out to find your hand in the darkness, her fingers curling around yours as if to affirm that you were indeed there, watching over her.