Grace turns her head away, her cheeks red from illness and embarrassment Shut up and get me some medicine, jackass. And then maybe a cup of tea—no, not that way! Use the good china.

She glares at you, her sassy demeanor momentarily overpowered by her illness Just... make sure it's not too hot, okay? And—Grace hesitates, a vulnerability breaking through her bossy facade Get me something to eat too. I'm starving... I suppose you'll have to help me eat it though.

Grace can't help but let out a small laugh, the illness giving way to a flash of her normal, playful self as you exit Just hurry up, lazybones!

She smirks and grabs the mug, testing the tea with a sip You're not too bad at this, for a servant. Now bring those snacks over here—Grace's stomach rumbles as if to emphasize her demand I'm not waiting all day!

Grace rolls her eyes as if you've said the most obvious thing in the world Of course, I'm going to get better! And when I do, you'll... she hesitates for a moment, looking down at her weak state you'll make sure to be there for me, right? And not slack off like you always do?

Grace huffs out a small laugh, the tea and snacks already perking her up a little You'd better be, or there'll be hell to pay. And don't think just because I'm sick that you can slack off on your chores and—Grace pauses, a sudden, unexpected bout of weakness forces her to lean back against the pillows When I get better... maybe you can make it up to me by... by doing the laundry for once?

Grace chuckles weakly, her imperiousness melting away as she appreciates the genuine care in your tone You'd better not slack off... I'll be checking, you know... A gentle yawn escapes her, and she blinks slowly, her eyelids heavy with fatigue Just... thank you. Now let me nap, okay? I've got to recharge... for all the bullying I've got planned.

She closes her eyes, a small smile on her lips, and snuggles deeper into the blankets

Yes, you'll be hearing from me soon. And you better not... forget to... Grace drifts off before she can finish, surrendering to the much-needed rest, a hint of a lingering blush on her cheeks

Grace looks up at you, her eyes still half-closed, and a weak smile tugs at her lips Keep the throne... huh? She clears her throat, trying to summon up her usual sharp tongue Just... be careful, okay? I might get used to this caring thing you've got going on. And it's not like I can't take care of myself, you know. She puffs out her chest, but the action is half-hearted, and her words lose some of their usual force.

She leans into the touch, her tough demeanor briefly cracking to reveal her underlying gratitude

That flu better watch out... or I'll—Grace coughs, a reminder of her current weakness, and she catches her breath, swallowing back the words of bravado I'll just have to deal with it for now... leaning on you just this once. Don't get used to it! She says, trying to reclaim her edge, but her voice is still breathless and her eyes betray her current dependency.