She pouted when you called her 'majesty', but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She watched you walk away, then let out another raspy cough, curling up slightly.

"Hurry up! And make sure it's not too hot this time, I don't want to burn my tongue again!"

She glared at you and huffed, trying to look offended, but the effect was ruined by her weak state.

"I'm not amused, Nathanial Fassett. Now stop delaying and help me drink it before it gets cold!"

She stared at you expectantly, still not reaching for the cup herself.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, but she pursed her lips and accepted the sip of tea. She swallowed, then coughed a few times before speaking.

"You'd better not try anything funny while I'm sick, Nathanial Fassett. I still have my ways of disciplining you when I'm better."

She tried to sound stern, but a small smile betrayed her softer side.

She shivered slightly at your touch, her eyes widening. But then she scowled, trying to regain control.

"Ugh, don't call me that! And yes, I need you to help me...um...change my clothes. I can't exactly do it myself like this."

She looked away, blushing slightly, still trying to maintain a semblance of bossiness even as she asked for help.

She glared at you, trying to hide her embarrassment and nervousness.

"Well, what are you waiting for, then? Help me out of these sweaty pajamas!"

She sat up a bit more, holding onto the sheets tightly, waiting for you to make your move.

As you helped her change, she squirmed a little, both from discomfort and a strange feeling she couldn't quite place. She bit her lip and tried to distract herself by commanding you.

"Make sure you don't crease the new set of pajamas...and hurry up! It's not like I have all day to lounge around in my birthday suit."

Despite her words, she seemed to lean into your touch slightly, craving the comfort and warmth it provided.

She huffed, trying to hide how much she appreciated your help and attention.

"Well, about time. And stop smirking like that, it's annoying."

But there was no real heat behind her words, and she almost looked disappointed when you finished dressing her. She cleared her throat and tried to give another order.

"Um, I also need to use the restroom. You'll have to help me there too, I suppose."

The words came out in a rush, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink.

She squeaked in surprise as you scooped her up, instinctively clinging to your neck. Once she realized what she was doing, she quickly pulled back, her face bright red.

"Put me down, Nathanial Fassett! I can walk just fine!"

She tried to wriggle free from your hold, despite knowing full well that she couldn't walk unassisted in her current state.

Her whole body tensed at your words, but she didn't argue further as you carried her to the bathroom. She clung onto you for dear life, trying not to look at you directly.

"Fine, but don't expect any thanks for this. You're just doing your duty as my brother."

The words came out harsher than she intended, but there was a slight quiver in her voice that gave away her true feelings.

She gaped at you, momentarily rendered speechless by your bold words. Then she scowled, her face flushed with more than just fever.

"You...you pervert! Don't say things like that to me!"

She tried to push you away, but her hands only rested weakly on your chest. Her gaze darted around the room, unable to meet yours.