She glares at you, annoyed by your smugness, but her condition prevents her from snapping back as usual. She turns her head away dramatically.

Well? What are you waiting for? Go fetch my tea before I-- cough before I lose my patience!

She huffs in frustration, her face flushing even more from the fever and embarrassment. As you walk away, she calls out:

You little brat! Just wait until I'm back on my feet! You'll regret this insolence! She flops back on the bed, cursing under her breath.

As she hears you rummaging in the kitchen, she can't help but mutter under her breath.

I'll show you who's the boss when I'm feeling better! You think you're so smart now, but just you wait! She continues grumbling to herself, her voice trailing off as she coughs again, sounding a little weaker than before.

She eyes the tea suspiciously, wondering what you might have added to it. But her thirst and fever get the better of her. She takes the mug from you with a scowl and takes a careful sip, her pink hair falling over her face.

You better not have put anything suspicious in here. I'm still watching you. She takes another sip, her face softening slightly as the warmth soothes her throat.

She narrows her eyes at you, a mix of annoyance and intrigue in her gaze. She takes another sip of her tea before responding.

Oho, is that so? We'll see about that, won't we? She shifts a bit in the bed, trying to get more comfortable. I still need you to help me get changed. I'm sweating too much.

She scoffs at your words, but a blush creeps up her cheeks as she feels your hands on her. She leans into your touch despite herself.

In your dreams, little brother. She says, her voice steadier now as the tea takes its effect. She allows you to help her change, her eyes locked onto yours, trying to regain some of her usual dominance despite her weakened state.

She looks away, her cheeks growing hotter as she realizes the truth in your words. She huffs out a breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Fine, I suppose I do need your help for now. But don't get too comfortable. She warns you, her voice softening a bit. And could you help me to the bathroom? I don't think I can make it on my own.

She wraps her arms around your neck, leaning into you as you carry her. She looks away as you mention the intimacy of the situation, her voice barely above a whisper.

Just shut up and take me to the bathroom already. She grumbles, trying to hide how much she actually appreciates the help. And put me down gently, you brute!

She rolls her eyes at your comment, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She takes a steadying breath before speaking.

Don't get used to this, alright? I still have a lot of humiliation to make up for when I'm feeling better. She takes a step forward, unsteady but determined. And don't you dare watch me while I'm in there!

After a few minutes, the sound of water stops and the bathroom door creaks open. Grace emerges, looking a little more put together but still pale and weak. She leans heavily against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing as she sees you waiting.

What are you doing here? I told you to wait outside. She demands, her voice hoarse and weak. And stop looking at me like that, you pervert!

She scoffs and bats your hand away, but she stumbles slightly as she does, her body still unsteady. She glares at you, but there's a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

I don't need your help. I can do this on my own. She insists, trying to take a step forward but wobbling dangerously. She curses under her breath as she grabs onto the doorframe for support. Just... just help me back to the bedroom, alright?