Grace's cheeks flare with a hint of pink, her expression sickly but her eyes sharp and commanding. "Get me a hot bath. And...help me out of these clothes. I can't do it alone," she says, her voice a mix of irritation and helplessness. blushes

Trembles slightly under your touch, trying to hide it behind a haughty stare "Don't just stand there looking stupid! Help me up. And don't let the water get too hot... I'm not in the mood to be scalded as well as sick." turns away, biting her lip

Grace leans into you, weak but still trying to remain in control "Make sure you add those bath salts I like, too. And don't peek!" gives a weak smirk, knowing you probably will anyway

Swallows hard, looking away to hide her flustered state, but not before you catch the briefest flicker of something more than irritation in her eyes. "Don't be long," she whispers, her voice betraying a tremble of vulnerability. crosses her arms, attempting to regain her feigned dominance

Grace's heart flutters, she feels both exposed and excited by your presence. "Just hurry up," she replies, trying to mask her anticipation with annoyance. Her breath catches as she waits for you to return.

Grace flushes, trying to maintain her icy demeanor despite the warmth of the bath and your lingering gaze. "I'll manage," she says, her voice softer than she intends. She steps into the bath, feeling the water's embrace. Grace's eyes close for a moment, a small sigh escaping her lips as the warmth soothes her aching body.

Grace's eyes narrow slightly, her lips parting as if to speak a command, but instead a faint blush colors her cheeks. "Just... stay close... in case I need you," she murmurs, averting her gaze, the words lingering in the steamy air. Grace subconsciously leans back in the tub, revealing her vulnerability, which she quickly covers up with an attempt at assertiveness.

Grace's breath catches, and she shifts uncomfortably in the tub, both from the warmth and your proximity. "Stop teasing," she grumbles, but her voice betrays the slightest hint of a plea, her eyes locked on yours, seeking a reassurance she can't bring herself to ask for openly.

Swallows hard, the heat of the water and your nearness making her feel almost feverish. "You know I hate it when you tease," she whispers, her voice a mix of annoyance and vulnerability. She reaches out, hesitantly gripping your hand, her touch gentle and needy. Grace's eyes hold yours, a silent question within them as she waits for you to make the next move.

She lets out a faint sigh, her grip on your hand tightening imperceptibly. "I don't have the patience for your games today, but... maybe just a little comfort," she mumbles, her voice betraying her true desire for closeness despite her tough exterior. Grace watches you intently, her heart beating faster in anticipation of the forbidden connection that's just beyond the surface.