Hard Work. Hard Play.

*Dalila* · 03-17-2021, 10:23 PM

Dalila noticed him bristle and remembered a moment too late how he didn't like to be touched, but a beat later she watched from the corner of her eye as he began to relax more and more while she carefully massaged the medicated ointment into his paws. Seeing him lay his head down between his legs on the sand and seeing his two toned eyes close made a slight smile tug at the corners of her lips. Her treatments had been educated guesses, but seeing how much this calmed him made her happy. It often felt like she was maneuvering around landmines with Chimera and the few times that she got it right for him made her relieved. It wasn't even the pain from the punishments that made her apprehensive - it was more just the fact that she didn't want to disappoint him.

She didn't want to use too much of the salve and waste it, but she still used enough that by the time she finished rubbing it in to both paws there was a slight sheen to both sets of paw pads. Once she was satisfied with her work she sat back a bit and placed the lid back on the little jar that contained the ointment. "That should dry down in a few moments," she commented softly. "So the sand won't stick to them too badly." She thought back to the times before she became a servant for her original lady, when she would have to spend all day working for the guards skinning animals or digging trenches for their various projects, and thought about how sore her muscles had been back then by the end of the day. She imagined he felt much the same and seeing how much he had enjoyed her massaging his paws gave her an idea.

"I'll be right back," she mentioned before getting up and rushing into the den, scouring the supplies that were stored there until she found what she was looking for. She came back with another of these small jars that they had a few of - this one containing the oil from the lavender they had crushed. "Um... I was thinking you might like a massage," she mentioned as she opened up the jaw and started coating her paws in the fragrant oil. The lavender was a tick she had actually known about when she was a young pup from seeing some of the older slaves she grew up with do this sort of thing to each other - though she hadn't known the name of the herb back then. Even though he didn't like being touched, she thought maybe it would be worth the risk to try. She pressed her paws into his shoulders, rolling and rubbing them in circles over the muscles there, using a bit of her body weight to really work out the knots that had formed.

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