Blake pretended to be injured or sick or whatever for the rest of the day (After two cans Weiss thought Blake had enough baby food, and Blake got to enjoy real food). Blake then continued to pretend to be injured or sick or whatever all day Friday, when Weiss was at school. Part of it was because Weiss would come in between her lessons to hang out with and/or play with Blake, so Blake got to see enough of Weiss, and part of it was because Blake's body heat had been warming the blankets for a long time and it was too warm to leave. Weiss got permission from the relevant parties to bring trays of food each mealtime (They had early breakfast on Friday so Weiss could feed Blake before she left for school). Weiss did not get permission from the relevant parties (i.e. Blake herself) to feed Blake each mealtime, but Blake eventually relented, and decided that it wasn't weird to open her mouth on command as Weiss fed her soup and stew and mashed potatoes and other soft foods.
And then, on Friday afternoon, The stocky maid appeared in the guest bedroom/makeshift infirmary. Blake recoiled.
The maid approached Blake and grabbed Blake's hand, "Oh, I almost gave up hope," the stocky maid wiped away a tear, " Weiss never took to being a princess; she always said that was what she wanted, but maybe she misunderstood what it meant, or she never fully grew into it. She hasn't played the princess part since you've taken it over, and I think she's been happier this last month, trying to figure out what role she wants to play, whether it be pirate or detective or warlord or criminal mastermind."
"But from what the full time staff tells me of these last two days- Weiss truly has a caring heart; the heart of a prince!"
The stocky maid's eyes were wide with… pride? Or wonder? Or maybe just mischievousness.
"Weiss is," Blake said, incredulously, "a prince."
The stocky maid waved the air. "The concepts of 'Prince' and 'Princess' have become de-gendered over the years. Perhaps you've read 'The Girl who would be Prince', or 'The Revolution of the Rose Prince', or 'the Flame Witch's Princess', or..."
That wasn't actually what Blake was getting at, but right now the maid continued to name obscure and oddly-named stories until Blake made her boredom more apparent.
"But the point is," said the stocky maid, "that Weiss is truly devoted to you."
"that was in doubt?"
The stocky maid chuckled. "I suppose not, but this- this is a classic set-up; the prince nurses the sick princess back to health."
Blake tried to think if that made sense or not.
"And there's a way that it ends, too, and it's super romantic," further explained the stocky maid.
"Young Mistress, come quick!" yelled the stocky maid, into the hall.
The tall maid appeared, smiling wickedly. "Did you just say-"
The stocky maid kneed the tall maid in the gut, with a jump.
Weiss appeared, shortly after. "W-whats going on?"
"It's Blake," explained the stocky maid, with acted worry, "she's- she's not breathing-"
Weiss's face devolved into tears and distress. She bit her fists. "Blaaaaakke!"
Weiss ran to Blake's side. Blake had closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side and stuck her tongue out of the corner of her slightly open mouth.
"No, Blake," Weiss explained, "You have to breath or else you'll die! And death isn't fun, Blake! It's not fun at all."
Blake creaked her eye open to look at Weiss; her face was full of worry, and while it made Blake feel a little guilty, it was gratifying to see how much Weiss cared.
At the stocky maid's behest, Blake followed the plan; she pursed her lips and prepared to be 'resuscitated'.
The stocky maid turned to Weiss. "So your parents enrolled you in that CPR class a while back-"
Then Weiss brought her hand up, high above her head.
And before Blake could react, Weiss brought her hand down right into Blake's stomach. Blake's abdomen exploded in pain.
Blake bolted upright and clutched her stomach and coughed. Perhaps this was the karmic punishment for betraying her feline heritage and stealing a trick form the canines twice in as many days.
The stocky maid looked completely shocked. "That, umm, that wasn't CPR-"
"Oh Blake!" Weiss hugged Blake around the shoulders. A tear fell onto Blake's neck. "You learned to breath again! I'm so glad!"
Blake coughed some more. Weiss rubbed her cheek against Blake's forehead and then smooched Blake's forehead. "Mwah!"
"cough Try relaxing and tightening your ab muscles," coughed the tall maid, towards Blake.
Blake tried. Maybe it helped.
"Oh Blakey," Weiss continued, "I'm so glad you're okay. I missed you at school, you know? I need to restock on my Blake-adjacency meter."
Weiss 'mmmmm'ed into Blake's hair and mumbled nonsense. "You're so Blakey, Blakey."
Weiss's statement was accurate. Blake's coughs grew less intense. Her stomach throbbed less.
"Aren't you such a Blakey, Blakey?"
Blake blinked.
"Yes you are," Weiss said, "You're just a Blakey, aren't you, Blakey?"
"no." Blake's face was serious.
Weiss pulled back. Her hands were still on Blake's shoulders. Her expression was leaning on the quizzical side of neutral and she looked Blake in the eyes, expectantly.
"I'm the blakey."
Weiss winked.
Then she brought her hand to her mouth and emitted a high-pitched squeaking noise. The tall maid and the stocky maid covered their ears.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! You're so right, Blakey!"
Weiss hugged Blake again.
"You're so cute, Blakey-"
"but," Blake said, "i'm cool, too?" Blake immediately wished she said it as a statement, because it sounded like she was unsure of herself. And it wasn't like she needed Weiss's validation or anything.
Weiss smiled. "Of course. You're so cool and that's what makes you so cute, Blakey!"
"but more cool than cute."
Weiss giggled. "Of course, snuggly-Blakey-poo."
Blake wondered how much she should trust Weiss's words.
"But the point I was getting at," Weiss said, "Is that you're too cute to die, Blakey." Weiss continued rubbing her cheek on Blake's forehead.
The tall maid stopped coughing and stretched. "I think it's more like she's too cute to live. That's the saying, right?"
"But she's too cool to die," explained the stocky maid.
"Do they cancel out?" asked the tall maid.
"Yes, she's in the superposition of cute and cool so that she is unable to die while still being unable to truly live."
Weiss hugged Blake's head again and rocked side to side. "Poor Blakey, you're like some quantum uncertainty kitty. But don't worry, I can help you figure out just what you are."
Blake wondered if she'd ever know the answer to that too.
Omake
"So I guess," parsed the stocky maid, "A prince's heart doesn't quite make up for a fool's head."
Blake agreed.