#massaging

A refined scholarly Whumpee who sits too stiff for too long in research out of obligation or fascination who pays the price of an aching head and stiff shoulders that the more sensible if less traditionally academic Caretaker kneads the pain out of when they catch them burning the midnight oil once again

A servant whumpee whose caretaker is another, less overworked member of staff who takes pity on them after they've had a particularly long day of trotting up and down stairs, carrying lugage, cleaning, ect.and are now flopped on their bed too sore to move now that the day is done. Whumpee is embarrassed to be so helpless as a longstanding member of staff, but still so grateful to Caretaker as they help them change to softer clothes, rub the aching out of their limbs and making sure that they're as comfortable as they can be before they go off to bed themself.

A Whumpee who's been forced, either in punishment or necessity to crouch in a position that places great strain on their body for a long period so once they're finally able to release from it Caretaker has to gingerly work their muscles out of the awful cramping clench as Whumpee lets out cries of pain and relief that sometimes halts caretaker in concern and they must be begged to continue the process (and if you want to be extra mean maybe they have to try to keep quiet throughout)

A knight or chivalrous noble whumpee who's traveling with someone who's naive but also socially stations above them, if not royalty outright and whumpee after hours of walking whilst in pain respectfully requests to stop and rest (which is effectively the equivalent of falling to their knees and begging). Their energetic companion inquires as to why and whumpee is forced to admit that their feet pain them terribly, but if they may only rest a short time they will continue without remote complaint. Whumpee is shocked to find that Caretaker is, for all their status, most compassionate and insists upon tending to them immediately with their own supplies. Whumpee can only sit equal parts petrified and grateful as Caretaker rubs an herbal balm that would cost a week of *their* salary onto their aching feet without a thought beyond bringing Whumpee some degree of comfort for their pain

A Whumpee who's been out working or traveling in high temperatures and while they're not necessarily burnt the heat has still obviously taken a bad toll on them, leaving them in clear discomfort but spaced out to the point that Caretaker has to guide them to a couch or bed and ply them with fluids. Once they're safe Caretaker sets to work making them more comfortable with cool wet compresses that Whumpee alternates between flinching away from and leaning into and, when they still can't settle, starts (gently) scratching their back and Whumpee just *tangibly* relaxes, the source of their discomfort finally quelled as Caretaker's nails soothe the prickling itches the sweat and heat have infused into their skin

A whumpee that's so *so* achy and physically exausted from a combo of fever and being physically sick, but they're delirius from their temperature and shaking with chills, meaning Caretaker's gentle reausrances are the only thing keeping them from panic. Dutifully Caretaker sits up into the wee hours with them, holding them close and gently rubbing their back to try and abate their chills and lessen the muscle pain that's brining them to tears in discomfort and confusion. They wipe their face and neck with a cool cloth and stroke their sweat matted hair back long after Whumpee is finally able to drift to sleep, continuing gentle reassurances lest that febrile fear creep back into Whumpee's dreams