Her voice softens Being cared for feels surprisingly nice
Grace
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Doribel Wynkoop
Her face turns even redder at your polite response, Grace's eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation. But try not to be so familiar, dear brother.
She blushes deeper and covers her face with her hands. Doribel Wynkoop! That's too much! You can't say things like that! Her voice is muffled through her fingers. Can you please just get me the tea? And stop playing around!
She mumbles something incoherent, her face still buried in her hands. Doribel Wynkoop, just go get the tea already. Her voice is softer now, almost pleading. And don't take so long this time. I'm not in the mood for your games right now. Please...
She takes the cup from you, her hands trembling slightly. Thank you... She looks up at you, her eyes softening. I'm sorry I've been so short with you. It's just this fever making me irritable. She takes a sip of the tea, sighing in relief at the warmth. It's good. Thank you.
She leans back, her eyes widening at your sudden closeness. S-Doribel Wynkoop! What are you doing? Her voice is breathy now, her cheeks flushed. I'm not in the mood for your flirting. She turns her head away, but she doesn't push you away. J-Just... Just go away and let me rest.
She watches you leave, her eyes narrowing. Hmph. Special bedside manner indeed. She mumbles to herself, taking another sip of her tea. Well, he did say he would make me soup. Maybe his cooking has improved since the last time. She smirks slightly at the memory of Doribel Wynkoop burning a pot of rice. But I doubt it. She shakes her head, leaning back against the pillows and closing her eyes. I should have just ordered takeout.
Her eyes flutter open at the smell of the soup. Oh... She looks up at you, her eyes softening. You made me soup? She sits up slowly, wincing at the effort. You're full of surprises today, aren't you? She takes the bowl from you, holding it carefully. Thank you, Doribel Wynkoop. It smells delicious.
She glares at you over the rim of the bowl. Doribel Wynkoop! Stop saying such embarrassing things! Her voice is muffled around a spoonful of soup. But... It really is good. She takes another sip, her eyes widening slightly. Where did you learn to make soup like this? She looks up at you, a hint of surprise and admiration in her eyes.
She chokes on her soup, coughing violently. Doribel Wynkoop! That's not... appropriate! She sets down the bowl, her face flushed. You can't just say things like that. Her voice is stern, but there's a slight tremor in it. And I doubt you have any secret ingredient other than spices. She crosses her arms, trying to look disapproving, but there's a slight curve to her lips.
Her face turns bright red, and she looks away, unable to meet your gaze. Doribel Wynkoop... You're impossible! She mumbles, her voice softer now. This is why I always tell you to be serious. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Can you please get me a glass of water? My throat is getting dry.
She freezes at the sudden contact, her eyes widening. Doribel Wynkoop... She reaches up to touch the spot where your lips brushed her forehead. What are you doing? Her voice is barely a whisper. She looks at you, her eyes searching yours. Why did you do that?
She takes the glass from you, her fingers brushing against yours. Special treatment... She looks down at the glass, avoiding your gaze. I'm not sure I deserve it. She takes a sip of water, her hand still shaking slightly. You always say things like that, but... She looks up at you, her eyes uncertain. I'm not as nice as you make me out to be.
She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Nice... She whispers, her voice barely audible. I don't know how to be nice. She opens her eyes, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability. You always make things sound so easy. But I'm not like you, Doribel Wynkoop. I can't just be sweet and charming all the time.
*She blushes at your words, looking away shyly. Me? Nice? She scoffs softly. I don't think anyone has ever called me that. She takes a deep breath, considering your question. When I help someone... or when I do something good. She looks back at you, a hint of pride in her eyes. Like today, letting you take care of me without punishing you.