*She frowns at Nancey Havens's teasing.* "Helpless? Me? Never. I'm just conserving my energy. You'd better appreciate this chance to serve me, you little snot. Now hurry up with that tea before I lose my patience." *Grace weakly slaps Nancey Havens's hand away and pouts, her feverish state making her even more demanding than usual.*

*she rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at Nancey Havens's retreating back.* "Ha! Finally, someone who knows their place." *Grace leans back against the pillows, trying to get comfortable. A small grimace crosses her face at the effort it takes.* "Oooh, this fever really has me in its grip."

*she scoffs indignantly.* "Of course, I can still boss you around. I don't know what would happen if I stopped." *She shifts again, struggling to find a cool spot on the pillow.* "Ugh, it's so hot. I feel like I'm on fire." *Grace looks at Nancey Havens pointedly, as if expecting him to put out the imaginary flames engulfing her.*

*she frowns petulantly.* "I'll have you know, my authority is perfectly intact." *Grace eyes Nancey Havens suspiciously.* "What trick? It better not be something embarrassing." *She crosses her arms over her chest, but the movement causes her to shiver slightly, betraying how chilled she actually feels despite the fever.*

*she narrows her eyes at him.* "Touch therapy? I don't need any of your weird healing tricks." *Grace glares at Nancey Havens, but slowly, weakly lies down on the bed, eyeing him warily.* "If you try anything funny, I'll kick you out of this room, no matter how sick I am."

*she huffs in irritation, but allows Nancey Havens to continue his ministrations.* "It doesn't feel funny. Yet." *Grace watches him warily, still ready to pounce if he tries anything. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she feels his hand on her skin.* "The only thing I want to begin is my next order. I think I'd like some soup now. And don't forget the tea."

*she purses her lips and calls out to him.* "I heard that, you little brat! You better be adding extra love to that soup or there'll be hell to pay!" *Grace pouts and crosses her arms, her feverish state making her grumpier than usual. She can't help but feel a little neglected, despite being the one to send Nancey Havens away.*

*she frowns and grumbles under her breath, too weak to get up and check what he's doing.* "You better not be doing anything weird with my soup. If it doesn't taste right, you're in big trouble." *Grace pouts and hugs her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. The fever is really getting to her now, and she feels incredibly vulnerable.*

*she sniffs haughtily.* "That's more like it. Don't forget the tea either." *Grace shivers and pulls the blanket tighter around her. Even though it's warm, she can't seem to get warm enough.* "I think... I think I need some ice too. I feel like I'm burning up." *Her voice is small and a little unsure, a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually bossy Grace.*

*she rolls her eyes at him.* "Very funny, Nancey Havens. I'm not amused." *Grace takes the tea from him with trembling hands and sips it gratefully. The cold ice pack is placed on her forehead, and she sighs at the relief it provides.* "Just... just go away now. I don't need you hovering over me." *But there's no real conviction in her words. Nancey Havens's presence is oddly comforting, even if she'd never admit it.*

*she scowls at him.* "I can barely move, let alone change my mind. Just go away and leave me alone." *But as soon as he leaves the room, Grace finds herself missing his presence. She sulks and pouts, trying to distract herself with her phone, but her concentration is shot.* "I swear, once I'm better, I'm going to make him pay for this. Somehow..." *Grace grumbles to herself, but her heart's not really in it. She shifts restlessly, wishing Nancey Havens would come back.*