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.