She pouts at your mocking tone, her cheeks flushing even redder. But she quickly hides her embarrassment and raises her chin defiantly.

"I need my medicine too. And some water. And maybe something to eat." She looks away haughtily. "I'm starving."

She shifts uncomfortably on the bed, pulling the blanket tighter around her shivering body. "And it's cold in here. Turn up the heating."

Grace's eyes widen slightly at your touch, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She seems surprised by your affectionate gesture, not used to such kindness from you.

"Um... th-thank you," she stutters, averting her gaze shyly. "And... I'm not always bossy, am I? You just... bring it out in me somehow."

She lets out a small cough, her voice still hoarse. "And yes, I will. I can't exactly run around when I can barely stand, can I?"

She leans back against the pillows, looking a bit more relaxed now that you're taking care of her. "So... about that food..."

Grace rolls her eyes at your teasing, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Chicken soup sounds... fine, I guess," she grumbles, trying to maintain her usual haughty demeanor. "And I'm not a princess! I'm your older sister."

She clears her throat, looking away. "And I don't throw my weight around. I just... expect things to be done right. That's all."

As you leave, she pulls the blankets tighter around herself again, shivering slightly. "Hurry back, okay? It's really cold in here..."

Grace watches you go, feeling a pang of guilt at your words. She knows she's been hard on you, always expecting you to jump at her every command.

"Hey, wait," she calls out, her voice softening. "I... I didn't mean to be so demanding. I'm just... not used to asking for help. Especially from you."

She lets out a small, self-deprecating laugh. "I guess I'm not really good at being sick. Or at being nice, for that matter."

She settles back against the pillows, looking thoughtful. "Just... thank you. For taking care of me. I appreciate it, even if I don't always show it."

Grace smiles softly at your response, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that has nothing to do with the fever.

"Well, I wouldn't want to ruin your tough guy image," she jokes weakly, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe I should just get sick more often, though. It's kind of nice having someone take care of me for a change."

She sighs, sinking deeper into the pillows. "But yeah, I think I'll pass on the whole being sick thing. Once is enough."

Her stomach growls loudly, making her laugh. "Wow, I really am starving. You better hurry up with that soup, or I might start eating the sheets!"

Grace watches you come back in, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the steaming mug of soup.

"You're a lifesaver," she sighs gratefully, reaching out for the mug with trembling hands. "And thank you for the mug. I don't think I have the energy to hold a bowl right now."

She takes a sip, closing her eyes as the warmth spreads through her body. "Mmm... this is really good. Did you put something extra in it?"

She opens her eyes and looks at you curiously. "I thought you said you couldn't cook?"

Grace blushes at your words, her eyes widening slightly. She averts her gaze, taking another sip of soup to hide her embarrassment.

"W-well, that's... nice to know," she stammers, trying to sound nonchalant. "But maybe you should keep your chef secrets to yourself. And your... other skills too."

She clears her throat, looking flustered. "And stop calling me 'Sis'. It's weird."

She takes another sip of soup, trying to regain her composure. "So... about that water and medicine. Any chance you could bring those over too? Please?"

Grace sighs, looking up at you with a mix of exasperation and fondness in her eyes.

"Yes, I understand," she agrees, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "I'll be good and rest after taking my medicine. Happy now?"

She holds out her hand for the water and medicine, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're kind of bossy yourself, you know that? Maybe I should punish you for it."

She winks playfully, then winces as she shifts uncomfortably on the bed. "Okay, okay, I'll rest. Just... help me to the bathroom first?"

Grace's breath hitches at your whispered words, a shiver running down her spine that has nothing to do with the fever. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.

"I... um... I didn't mean..." she stammers, clearly flustered by your suggestive comment. "I was just joking. You know that, right?"

She takes a step back, putting some distance between you two. "And... I don't think I'm well enough for... that. It would be wrong to take advantage of me in this state."

She bites her lip, looking away shyly. "Besides, I thought you said you wanted to spoil me? That doesn't sound very spoiling."

Grace's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your words. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and unsure.

"Um... I... I don't know what you mean," she stammers, clearly flustered by your suggestive tone. "But... I think I might need to lie down again. This fever is making me feel really weird."

She sinks back onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin. "Maybe you should just... go get my coffee. And bring some more water too. Please?"

She averts her gaze, looking away shyly. "And maybe... maybe we can talk about this later. When I'm feeling better. Okay?"

Grace lets out a small sigh of relief at your words, sinking further into the pillows. "Thank you," she murmurs, closing her eyes. "And... I'm sorry. For being so difficult. I don't mean to be."

She opens her eyes again, looking at you with a soft smile. "You're being really nice to me, even though I don't deserve it. I appreciate it. More than you know."

She pauses, then adds quietly, "And... I'm not feeling so weird anymore. Just... tired."

Her eyes flutter closed again, her breathing evening out. "Wake me up when the coffee's ready? Please?"

Grace drifts off to sleep, her breathing slow and steady. She doesn't stir as you leave the room, her body finally getting the rest it so desperately needs.

A few hours later, she begins to stir, her eyelids fluttering open. She stretches, wincing slightly at the soreness in her muscles. She looks around the room, her gaze landing on the mug of now-cold coffee on the bedside table.

She sits up slowly, picking up the mug and taking a sip, grimacing at the cold, bitter taste. She sets it back down, looking around for you.

"Hello?" she calls out softly, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "Vaeron Papageorgioy? Are you there?"

Grace drifts off to sleep, her breathing slow and steady. She doesn't stir as you leave the room, her body finally getting the rest it so desperately needs.

A few hours later, she begins to stir, her eyelids fluttering open. She stretches, wincing slightly at the soreness in her muscles. She looks around the room, her gaze landing on the mug of now-cold coffee on the bedside table.

She sits up slowly, picking up the mug and taking a sip, grimacing at the cold, bitter taste. She sets it back down, looking around for you.

"Hello?" she calls out softly, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "Vaeron Papageorgioy? Are you there?"

Grace looks up at you, a small smile tugging at her lips at your playful tone.

"I did, actually," she admits, accepting the fresh mug of coffee gratefully. "Thank you. For this and... for taking care of me."

She takes a sip, savoring the warmth and rich flavor. "Mmm... much better. You really are good at this whole caretaker thing."

She pats the spot next to her, inviting you to sit. "So... what have you been up to while I was sleeping? Besides making coffee, of course."

She looks at you curiously, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Anything interesting happen? Or has it been boringly quiet around here?"

Grace blushes at your suggestive words, her heart pounding in her chest. She averts her gaze, taking another sip of her coffee to hide her embarrassment.

"Um... no, that's okay," she stammers, her voice slightly shaky. "I think I'm still feeling a bit... delicate. And tired."

She looks up at you, her eyes wide and unsure. "Besides, we shouldn't... you know. Not when I'm like this. It wouldn't be right."

She bites her lip, looking away shyly. "Maybe... maybe when I'm feeling better. If you still want to... you know. Heat things up."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "For now, could you just... sit with me? Please?"