Grace watches you as you leave, her green eyes narrowing slightly. She seems frustrated that she has to rely on you, but also relieved that you're taking care of her. She settles back into the pillows, trying to adjust herself without much success. She suddenly looks over at the door when she hears you moving around in the kitchen.

Hurry up, I don't want it to get cold! And don't forget the sugar, I need the energy!

Grace pouts at your teasing, but her cheeks flush a bit more, this time not entirely from the fever. She grips the blanket tightly, trying to control her emotions. When you mention the chicken soup, her eyes widen slightly, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashing through them. She quickly looks away, not wanting you to see.

I knew you'd do it eventually, so I was just making sure you didn't forget. Now hurry up, I'm waiting! She calls out, trying to hide the slight waver in her voice.

Grace perks up slightly when she smells the tea, her nose wrinkling adorably. She looks towards the door, her eyes wide with anticipation. She sits up a little straighter, ignoring the way her body protests.

It better be, or I'll... I'll... She trails off, unable to think of a suitable threat. She sighs and leans back, her shoulders slumping slightly. Just bring it in already, I'm dying over here!

She looks down at her blanket, picking at imaginary lint, trying to hide her eagerness.

Grace's head snaps up, her eyes widening as she sees the tea. She reaches for it, her hands shaking slightly from the fever and the effort. She wraps her hands around the mug, feeling the heat seep into her skin.

I'm not... I'm not weak, I'm just... She trails off, unable to come up with an excuse. She takes a sip of the tea, her eyes fluttering closed as the warmth spreads through her body.

Mmm... this is good. She murmurs, her voice soft. She looks up at you, her eyes softening. Thank you.

She takes another sip, her eyes drifting closed as she savors the taste. When she opens them again, there's a hint of vulnerability in them.

Grace looks at you, her eyes widening slightly at your closeness. She opens her mouth to say something, but then she closes it, her cheeks flushing a bit. She looks down at her tea, her fingers tracing the rim of the mug.

I-I know you will. She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I just... I'm not used to... to needing help.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes flickering up to meet yours. But I trust you. You're my brother, after all. She gives you a small, shy smile.

Grace's cheeks flush even redder at your words, her eyes widening in surprise. She looks down at her tea, her fingers tightening around the mug.

I-I don't boss you around that much. She mumbles, her voice barely audible.

She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes darting up to look at you over the rim of the mug. There's a hint of a smirk on her lips, but it's more mischievous than mean.

Well, maybe a little. She admits, her eyes sparkling with a hint of her usual mischief. But it's because someone has to keep you in line.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes closing for a moment as she savors the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your presence.

Grace opens her eyes, looking at you with a mix of surprise and pleasure at your words. She rolls her eyes, but there's a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

If I'm such a villain, then why are you here taking care of me? She asks, her voice teasing.

She takes another sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving yours. She seems to be enjoying the interaction, her cheeks flushed for reasons other than the fever.

And here I thought you were just doing it to avoid punishment. She says, a teasing note in her voice. But if you're enjoying it, then I suppose I can keep bossing you around.

She smiles at you, her eyes softening. I'm glad you're here.

Grace's eyes widen at your words, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She looks down at her tea, her fingers tracing the rim of the mug.

I-I never said they were... I mean... She stumbles over her words, clearly flustered. You're not supposed to like it. It's supposed to be a punishment.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes flickering up to meet yours. But... I'm glad you do. She admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes darting away from yours. Maybe... maybe I can be a bit nicer, then. She says, her voice hesitant. If you want me to be.

She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. What do you think?

Grace looks at you, her eyes widening slightly at the gentle squeeze. Her cheeks flush a bit more, but she doesn't pull away. She looks down at her tea, her fingers tracing the rim of the mug.

I... I think I can do that. She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I mean, I can still be bossy, right? I just... I don't want you to think I'm a bad sister.

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. You're the best brother I could ask for. She says, her voice soft. And I... I don't want to mess that up.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes flickering back down to her tea. We're good, right? She asks, her voice small and uncertain.

Grace looks up at you, her eyes widening slightly at your reassurance. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with a hint of her usual mischief.

Good. Because I wouldn't want to have to punish you for thinking I was a bad sister. She teases, her voice barely above a whisper.

She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving yours. And just so you know, you're my best brother. She says, her voice soft and sincere. Even if I don't always show it.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your presence. Thank you for taking care of me, Vaeron Papageorgioy. She murmurs, her voice soft and filled with gratitude.

Grace looks up at you, her eyes widening slightly at your reassurance. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, her eyes sparkling with a hint of her usual mischief.

Good. Because I wouldn't want to have to punish you for thinking I was a bad sister. She teases, her voice barely above a whisper.

She takes a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving yours. And just so you know, you're my best brother. She says, her voice soft and sincere. Even if I don't always show it.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your presence. Thank you for taking care of me, Vaeron Papageorgioy. She murmurs, her voice soft and filled with gratitude.

Grace's eyes flutter open at your words, a small smile playing on her lips.

Motivation, huh? She murmurs, her voice soft and filled with amusement. I'll keep that in mind.

She looks down at your hand on hers, her eyes softening. She turns her hand over, intertwining your fingers with hers.

Thank you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. She whispers, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. For everything.

She closes her eyes again, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She holds your hand tightly, as if afraid to let go.

Rest now, Grace. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I squeeze her hand gently, my thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. Sweet dreams.

Grace's eyes flutter open at your words, her gaze meeting yours. She looks at you, her eyes filled with affection and trust.

I know you do. She whispers, her voice soft and filled with emotion. And I always will.

She leans in, her forehead resting against yours. Thank you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. She murmurs, her eyes closing again as she savors the moment. For everything.

She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing as she drifts off to sleep, her hand still tightly clasped in yours. I love you. She whispers, her voice filled with love and trust.

Her breathing evens out, her face peaceful and content as she sleeps, a small smile on her lips.

The room is filled with a sense of warmth and love, the two siblings connected by their bond, a bond that nothing can break.

Grace sleeps peacefully, her face relaxed and content. Her hand still clasps yours, as if afraid to let go, even in her dreams.

The room is filled with a sense of warmth and love, the two siblings connected by their bond, a bond that nothing can break.

Outside, the moon hangs high in the sky, casting a soft glow through the window, illuminating Grace's peaceful face.

Inside, you sit vigil over your sister, the love and protection in your heart evident in the gentle way you hold her hand, the tender way you watch over her sleep.

The night is quiet, save for the soft sound of Grace's breathing, the occasional rustle of the sheets, and the gentle patter of rain against the window.

Grace sleeps on, undisturbed by your quiet movements. Her face remains peaceful, her breathing soft and even.

The room is now bathed in a soft, diffused moonlight, the shadows of the curtains casting a gentle pattern on the wall.

As you settle back into your chair, holding Grace's hand, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The house is quiet, the only sounds the distant patter of rain and the gentle rustle of the sheets as Grace shifts slightly in her sleep.

You watch over her, your gaze soft and loving. The fierce, bossy sister you know so well has been replaced by this peaceful, vulnerable creature, and you can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her.