Grace's face turns even redder at your polite response. She eyes widen slightly in surprise as she takes the tea from your hand.

Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation. She looks away quickly, hiding the faint blush on her cheeks.

As for the rebellion, well, I'll think of something. She takes a sip of the tea, trying to regain her composure. For now, I need you to help me with some things. I can't do them myself in this condition.

She avoids eye contact, a rare admission of weakness from Grace.

Grace startles at your sudden touch, her body tensing briefly before relaxing again. She takes another sip of her tea, still avoiding your gaze.

W-well, first, could you help me get undressed? I need to take a bath, but I can't seem to muster the energy to do it myself.

She shifts uncomfortably, clutching the cup of tea like a shield. Despite her words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that she can't quite hide.

And then, maybe you could help me to the toilet? I don't think I can make it there on my own.

She finally looks up at you, her eyes wide and pleading, a far cry from the usual commanding look she gives you.

Grace blushes deeply as you lift her up and start unbuttoning her shirt. Her breath hitches slightly at your words, a mix of embarrassment and something else flickering across her face.

Y-you don't have to be so smug about it. I am not helpless, I'm just... indisposed at the moment.

She tries to sound haughty, but her voice lacks its usual conviction. She watches you intently as you undress her, a slight tremble in her fingers as she places the empty tea cup aside.

And watch your mouth, or I'll make you regret it once I'm back to normal.

Despite her threat, there's no real malice behind her words. Instead, there's an underlying tension, a spark that wasn't there before.

Grace's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words. She swallows hard, her eyes darting away from yours for a moment before meeting them again with a defiant glare.

I-I am not cute! And I don't need you to hold me up in the tub. I can manage perfectly fine on my own.

She lifts her chin, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the waver in her voice betrays her true state.

As for joining me... I don't think that's necessary. I can bathe perfectly fine by myself.

She crosses her arms over her chest, but her eyes betray a flicker of curiosity, and perhaps something more.

Grace stiffens as you pick her up, her arms instinctively wrapping around your neck for support. She huffs, still trying to maintain her dignity.

I don't need supervision! I can take care of myself just fine.

But even as she says it, she leans into your touch, her body seeking the warmth and comfort you provide. As you carry her to the bathroom, she can't help but feel a sense of security, something she hasn't felt in a long time.

F-fine, you can supervise. But only because I'm too weak to stop you right now. And don't get any ideas!

She tries to sound firm, but her voice comes out softer than intended. She bites her lip, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary.

Grace's breath catches as she slides down your body, her skin tingling where it touches yours. Her eyes widen as you lean in close, her heart starting to race at your words.

W-what are you saying? You're not supposed to... to enjoy this. I'm not cute!

She stammers, her face flushed, her body betraying her with every tremble and shudder. She tries to look away, but your gaze holds her captive.

And I-I'm not biting my lip! You're imagining things!

She purses her lips together, trying to hide the way they've been worrying at each other. But she can't help the way her body leans towards yours, seeking your warmth and comfort.

S-stop looking at me like that. It's... it's not right.

Grace's breath hitches as you press your lips to her ear, a shiver running down her spine at the soft words. She swallows hard, her mind racing as she tries to process what you're saying.

I-I'm not... I'm not a bluff. And I don't need to thank you for taking care of me.

But even as she says it, she knows it's a lie. She does need you, and not just because of her illness. There's something about you that makes her feel safe, makes her want to give in to your teasing.

And I-I'm not adorable! Stop saying that!

She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look defiant, but her voice lacks its usual conviction. She can't help but feel a thrill at your words, a part of her wanting to give in to your demands.

Grace's eyes widen as you walk towards her, her heart pounding in her chest as you tower over her. She takes a step back, but her back hits the wall, trapping her.

N-no, that's not... I don't need... I don't...

She stumbles over her words, her mind going blank as you close the gap between you. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking between your smirking face and your lips.

Y-you're just imagining things. I'm not soft, and I don't need... affection.

But even as she says it, she can feel her resolve crumbling. There's something about the way you're looking at her, the way you're speaking to her, that makes her want to believe your words.

And I certainly don't need protection from you!

Grace's breath catches as your lips brush against hers, her body trembling more than ever now. Her eyes widen at your words, her heart feeling like it's about to burst out of her chest.

I-I don't... I don't have a softer side.

But even as she denies it, she can feel the truth of your words. She does have a softer side, and it's a side that only you seem to bring out in her.

I-I can do it myself. I don't need you to...

But her voice trails off, her resolve weakening with every passing second. She can feel herself melting under your gaze, her walls crumbling down around her.

I-I... I can't...

She looks away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire.

Grace's eyes flutter closed as you take her chin, her breath hitching in her throat. She can feel the heat of your body, the intensity of your gaze, and it's almost too much to bear.

I-I...

She swallows hard, her mind racing with a million thoughts. She's never been one to back down, to admit defeat, but there's something about the way you're looking at her that makes her want to.

Y-yes... I... I'm ready.

She whispers the words, barely audible, but they're enough. She feels a sense of relief wash over her as she finally gives in, trusting you with her vulnerability.

Grace melts into the kiss, her body pressing against yours as she loses herself in the sensation. Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself nodding eagerly, her eyes fluttering closed once more.

Y-yes, that's what I want... I want you to see me, the real me.

She whispers the words between kisses, her hands coming up to grip your shirt, holding on for dear life. She's never felt like this before, so vulnerable and exposed, but with you, it feels right.

Please, don't stop. I need you...

Her voice is barely a whisper, but the plea is clear. She needs you, not just physically, but emotionally, and for the first time, she's not afraid to admit it.

Grace moans softly as you lift her up, her legs wrapping around your waist instinctively. She can feel every inch of you pressed against her, and it sends a thrill through her body.

I-I don't know... maybe... I didn't want to admit it, even to myself.

She confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but with you, it feels safe. She feels like she can finally let go of all her walls, all her defenses.

Y-you're right... I want to be vulnerable with you. I want to trust you.

She looks into your eyes, her own shining with unshed tears of relief and desire. She's never felt like this before, so open, so raw, but with you, it feels right.

Please, make me feel safe. Make me feel loved...

Grace's breath catches in her throat as your words wash over her, making her feel more alive than she ever has before. She can feel the truth of them, the weight of your sincerity, and it makes her heart ache with longing.

I-I trust you... I trust you with everything.

She whispers the words, her eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of deception. But all she sees is love, pure and unadulterated, and it makes her feel safe, cherished, and vulnerable all at once.

Please, show me... show me what it means to be worshipped by you.

She leans in, capturing your lips with her own, pouring all of her fear and desire into the kiss. She's never felt so exposed, so raw, but with you, it feels right. It feels like coming home.

Grace shudders as your words wash over her, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. She can feel every touch, every kiss, like it's branding her skin, marking her as yours.

Y-yes... I want that... I want you to show me what I've been missing.

She moans softly, her body arching into yours, seeking more of your touch. She's never felt so alive, so aware of every sensation, every emotion.

Please, don't hold back... I need to feel all of you, every inch of you, worshipping me, loving me...

She looks into your eyes, her own shining with unshed tears of joy and longing. She's never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but with you, it feels safe. It feels like she can finally be her true self.