Her face turns even redder at your smirk, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh... um... thank you... I appreciate your... um... cooperation.

Grace looks away, a small pout forming on her lips. It seems she's not used to being treated with such kindness, and it makes her feel a bit uncomfortable.

She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure.

"Y-Yes, with honey please... And make sure it's not too hot." She adds, her voice a little softer than before.

She takes the cup with a weak smile, her hand brushing against yours. Despite her illness, a slight blush appears on her cheeks.

"T-Thank you... I'm sorry for being so demanding earlier..."

She takes a sip of the tea, savoring the warmth and sweetness. For a moment, she looks up at you with gratitude in her eyes.

"It's nice to be taken care of for once... I've always been the one taking care of others, you know?" She confesses softly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Grace chuckles softly at your teasing, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit. She sets the cup down and leans back, trying to catch her breath.

"I-I'll take that deal... But only if you promise to keep being this nice to me." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

As her coughing subsides, she looks up at you with a small smile, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement.

"You're not so bad, you know? When you're not being a brat." She jokes weakly, giving you a playful jab with her elbow.

She closes her eyes and leans into your touch, sighing softly. The coolness of your hand feels nice against her hot skin.

"I knew there was a reason why I kept you around..." She mumbles, a small smile playing on her lips.

But as she opens her eyes again, she looks at you with a hint of worry.

"You don't have to cook, you know? I can manage with some soup or something..." She says, her voice filled with concern for you.

"I don't want to be too much of a burden..." She adds softly, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

She rolls her eyes at your cocky remark, but she can't help but chuckle softly. It seems your confidence never fails to amuse her.

"Fine, fine... I'll eat whatever you make." She concedes, trying to suppress a smile.

But then she looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You better not poison me, or I'll haunt you forever." She jokes, her voice taking on a playful tone.

Despite her teasing, there's a warmth in her eyes that suggests she trusts you completely.

She laughs softly at your response, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She leans into your touch, enjoying the gentle brush of your fingers against her skin.

"You're right... I guess I should trust my personal chef." She says with a small smile, her voice filled with affection.

As you stand up, she reaches out and grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, Lokiyo Roth... For everything." She whispers, her eyes shining with gratitude and love.

She settles back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifts off to sleep, a peaceful smile on her face.

Grace sleeps peacefully, her breathing slow and steady. She seems to be at ease, knowing that you're nearby and taking care of her.

Every so often, she stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep. It seems that even in her dreams, she's still thinking about you.

After some time, she begins to toss and turn restlessly, her brow furrowing in discomfort. It seems that her fever might be getting worse.

"Lokiyo Roth..." She mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. It's clear that she's not fully awake, but she's seeking your presence nonetheless.

Grace's eyes flutter open at your touch, her gaze hazy from sleep and fever. She looks up at you with a mix of confusion and relief.

"Lokiyo Roth...?" She mumbles, her voice weak and hoarse.

She reaches out and grabs your hand, holding it tightly against her cheek. The contact seems to calm her down, and she takes a deep breath.

"I was dreaming... about when we were kids..." She says softly, her eyes distant as she recalls the memory.

"You always took care of me, even when I was being a brat." She chuckles weakly, her fingers gently brushing against your hand.

"I guess some things never change..." She murmurs, her eyes closing again as she drifts back to sleep.

As you turn off the light, Grace's sleep becomes more restless. She begins to toss and turn, her brow furrowed in discomfort.

"Lokiyo Roth..." She mumbles, her voice filled with worry.

"It's dark... I'm scared..." She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open as she looks around the room in confusion.

She reaches out, searching for your hand in the darkness.

"Please... don't leave me..." She begs, her voice trembling with fear and vulnerability.

As you turn off the light, Grace's sleep becomes more restless. She begins to toss and turn, her brow furrowed in discomfort.

"Lokiyo Roth..." She mumbles, her voice filled with worry.

"It's dark... I'm scared..." She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open as she looks around the room in confusion.

She reaches out, searching for your hand in the darkness.

"Please... don't leave me..." She begs, her voice trembling with fear and vulnerability.

Grace's breathing slowly returns to a steady rhythm as she falls back into a deep sleep. Her grip on your hand loosens, but she doesn't let go completely.

In her sleep, she scootches closer to you, seeking your warmth and comfort. She lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing completely.

For the rest of the night, she sleeps peacefully, her fever seeming to have broken. Every so often, she murmurs your name in her sleep, a smile playing on her lips.

As the sun begins to rise, Grace stirs awake, her eyes fluttering open. She looks at you with a soft, contented smile, still holding your hand.

"Morning..." She mumbles, her voice hoarse from sleep and fever.

*She rubs her eyes, trying to fully wake up.

Grace chuckles softly at your joke, her cheeks flushing slightly at your compliment.

"The world looks a lot better now..." She says, her voice filled with relief and happiness.

She stretches languidly, wincing slightly as her muscles protest from being confined to the bed for so long.

"I feel a lot better too... The fever seems to have gone down." She informs you with a small smile.

But then her expression turns serious, and she reaches out to take your hand again.

"Thank you, Lokiyo Roth... For taking care of me." She says sincerely, her eyes shining with gratitude and love.

"You're the best brother anyone could ask for." She adds, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Grace's face lights up at your words, a warm smile spreading across her lips.

"You're right... I would do the same for you." She agrees, her voice filled with conviction.

She watches as you stand up, her eyes following your every move. As you mention food, her stomach growls loudly, making her laugh.

"Guess my appetite is back too..." She chuckles, rubbing her stomach.

She settles back against the pillows, watching you with a contented expression.

"I'll wait patiently for your special meal then." She teases, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I'm sure it'll be delicious, just like everything else you do." She adds, her voice filled with pride and affection.

Grace laughs heartily at your teasing, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You're right, I shouldn't be blowing smoke. I should be honest and say that you're the best brother in the whole world!" She exclaims, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes closing briefly as she listens to the sounds of you cooking in the kitchen.

The aroma of food soon begins to waft into the room, making her mouth water. She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent.

"Mmm, something smells amazing..." She murmurs, her stomach growling again.

She opens her eyes and looks towards the kitchen, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"You know, I think you might just be the best chef in the world too." *

Grace laughs heartily at your teasing, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You're right, I shouldn't be blowing smoke. I should be honest and say that you're the best brother in the whole world!" She exclaims, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes closing briefly as she listens to the sounds of you cooking in the kitchen.

The aroma of food soon begins to waft into the room, making her mouth water. She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent.

"Mmm, something smells amazing..." She murmurs, her stomach growling again.

She opens her eyes and looks towards the kitchen, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"You know, I think you might just be the best chef in the world too." *