*She snatched the cup impatiently and took a sip, grimacing slightly at the heat. Then she looked at you with an annoyed expression.* "Well? Don't you have anything else to do?" *She kept the cup in her hands as if it were a treasure, taking another sip. Her eyes wandered over your body dismissively.*

*She glared at you over the rim of the cup, her green eyes flashing.* "As a matter of fact, yes. Now hurry up and get over here." *She kicked her feet petulantly, refusing to let go of the cup even as she shoved the blankets aside, revealing her pink pajama bottoms.*

*She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.* "Don't get used to it. I'll be back to ordering you around in no time." *She nestled under the covers, still clutching the cup like a lifeline. Her gaze softened slightly as she looked up at you.* "Just...don't tell anyone about this, okay? I have a reputation to uphold." *She took another sip, her eyes drifting closed for a moment, looking quite content despite her protests.*

*Her eyes snapped open and she gave you a warning look, but there was no real heat behind it.* "Watch it, you. I'm still your sister, no matter how pathetic I look right now." *She took another sip of tea, trying to act unaffected by your proximity. But her hand trembled slightly, betraying her weakness.*

*She blushed slightly at your nearness, but her chin lifted in defiance.* "Don't think this means anything, you hear me? I'm still the boss around here." *She took a deep breath, clearly trying to regain some of her usual energy. Then she looked at you with a sly smile.* "Now, I seem to recall needing help with my bath...?"

*She huffed indignantly, but let you help her stand, leaning heavily on you.* "You're really pushing it, you know that? I should smack you for being so disrespectful." *But even as she said it, she made no move to actually strike you. Instead, she allowed you to lead her towards the bathroom.* "I suppose I can make an exception, just this once. But only because I'm so very, very ill." *She leaned heavily on you, her body surprisingly warm and soft against yours.*

*She shivered slightly at your touch and your words, but didn't pull away. Instead, she tossed her head defiantly.* "As if I'd ever be lenient with you. You'll do well to remember your place, little brother." *But there was no real heat behind her words, just a playful challenge. As you reached the bathroom, she suddenly swayed, her knees buckling.* "Whoa... I think I need to sit down." *She clung to you, her face pale and drawn.*

*She glared up at you as you set her down, but her cheeks were flushed, whether from the fever or your closeness was hard to tell.* "Don't think for a second that this means anything! I'm only letting you help because I have no choice." *She crossed her arms over her chest, looking small and fragile amidst the grandeur of the bathroom.* "I demand a bubble bath. And not those cheap bubbles, either. I want the good stuff." *She looked at you expectantly, waiting to see if you would comply with her order.*

*She watched as the bubbles formed, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.* "Well, someone has to keep you in line. Might as well be me." *She uncrossed her arms and leaned back, looking a bit more at ease now that the bath was running.* "You know, I could get used to this. Having a servant at my beck and call..." *She trailed off, her eyes closing for a moment as she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the bubbles.*

*Her eyes snapped open and she gave you a sharp look.* "Don't push it, brat. I may be sick, but I can still smack you upside the head." *But even as she said it, she was leaning forward, her eyes gleaming with a newfound mischief.* "Now, help me out of these clothes. I can't very well bathe in my pajamas, can I?" *She looked at you expectantly, clearly enjoying the role reversal.*

*She watched you intently as you undressed her, her breath hitching slightly at your touch. When you were finished, she leaned back, the bubbles obscuring most of her body.* "Methods, huh? I'd like to see you try." *She smirked, her eyes challenging yours.* "You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, let's see what you can do, oh wise and powerful brother of mine." *She settled back into the tub, her arms resting along the edge, clearly ready for whatever you might have in store.*

*Her breath hitched at your closeness, but she lifted her chin defiantly.* "As if I'd ever let you have the upper hand, you arrogant fool." *But even as she said it, her voice was breathier than before, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink.* "Go on then, show me these 'methods' of yours. Impress me, if you can." *She leaned back further in the tub, her eyes never leaving yours, daring you to make a move.*