When Whumpee finally feels like they are safe. They’ve been rescued and with their Caretaker and finally their constant fight or flight responses stop and they just….
Relax.
For the first time in they-don’t-remember-how-long. Maybe its even the first time ever.
Maybe they relax into Caretaker’s embrace, finally feeling like they can and that nothing will happen if they do. It’s not that they didn’t trust Caretaker, but their body never allowed them to feel safe before. They can enjoy the closeness of someone else for once.
Or maybe its as simple as them finally stepping out of their room— their only previous safe space— and Caretaker tries not startle them with the happy energy they’re feeling. Finally allowing themself to create more room for themselves in their world and their life.
Or maybe Caretaker sets down a plate of food for Whumpee— a full one piled high that they fully expect to be saving at least a majority of for them ‘in case they get hungry later’ but refuse to give them any less just in case— but instead of taking minuscule nibbles like usual, Whumpee chows down. Finishing it completely (and nearly making themself sick because of it) as they finally truly enjoy their food. Instead of being repulsed by it.
Or maybe the release of their anxieties and their fears make them realize just how tired they are. And they pass out the moment their head hits the comfortable, soft pillow that Caretaker had gotten for them. They finally get a night’s sleep that actually felt restful and wasn’t haunted by nightmares.
I just love when Whumpees suddenly realize they are safe.
The final release of tension after all they’ve been through is just 🧑🏻🍳💋👌🏻
