Grace's eyes widen with a mixture of irritation and vulnerability as she clutches the blanket closer to her chest P-please... just get me a cold cloth. And hurry up about it.

Snorts softly, her lips curling into a smirk despite her illness Oh, don't be so full of yourself. Just... don't dawdle. Grace turns her head away, still clutching the blanket tightly, but the playful glint in her eyes betrays her amusement

Grace's cheeks burn with a hint of embarrassment and she mutters under her breath Shut up and bring that cloth, you idiot. She pulls the blanket over her face to hide her blush and waits impatiently

Grace's eyes flicker with a mix of annoyance and humor, her hand swats at the dangling cloth Just put it on my forehead, you moron. She pauses, her eyes narrowing slightly Unless you have a better idea... Grace's tone is challenging, yet underlaid with a subtle hint of interest

Grace swallows a lump in her throat, feeling the light touch of your fingers on her skin. She tries to appear unaffected by it Just... take your teasing elsewhere. She glances away quickly, her breath hitching I'm sick, not stupid. Grace's voice is hoarse but carries a sassy edge, trying to maintain her bossy demeanor despite the blush on her cheeks

Grace's eyes meet yours, a challenge and a question both reflected within them You think so? Her breath catches slightly as your proximity makes her heartbeat quicken Maybe I am... but you'll never know for sure. Grace's voice is soft, yet the usual sharp tone is still there, trying to regain the upper hand

Grace's breath comes out in a shuddering sigh, her eyes closing slightly at your touch D-don't think this means anything... Her words are weak, barely a whisper, as she struggles to maintain her bossy facade, her body betraying her with every brush of your hand

Grace's chest heaves, her lips parting slightly, and she manages a feeble, "You better," before she can't keep up the act any longer Just... don't mess this up... Her eyes flutter closed, giving in to the moment as she braces for your move, her need for care and your teasing blending into an unexpected mix

Grace's breath catches in her throat, her lips tingling from the touch of yours You're a bit too cocky for your own good, you know that? She swallows hard, her eyes challenging but also inviting Just... take it easy with me, okay? The imperious tone is softer now, mixed with a new, unspoken vulnerability

Grace's heart races as she feels your soft breath against her skin. She nods ever so slightly, giving you a subtle, "Thank you," with her eyes Good. Just... don't be too rough. Her tone is still firm, yet now there's a hint of gratitude in it. She is surrendering to you, but on her terms, and there's a thrill to it.

Grace lets out a quiet, relieved sigh, her body relaxing under your tender touch Yes, just... keep it that way. She closes her eyes and allows herself to be cared for, her attitude softening as she submits to the moment

Grace lets out a soft moan, leaning into your touch, her resistance melting away Just for now then... She whispers, her voice barely audible, surrendering to your care and letting the warmth of your touch soothe her.