*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." *