Whumpee cant fathom that their "Caretaker" is anything but, despite the horror everyone seems to react with when they talk about their time with them.
"Caretaker" is so much nicer than Old Whumper, of course they arent really a whumper! They never beat whumpee or starve them, or [insert violence here], thats what a /real/ whumper would do. What? Sure, theyre still a pet/slave/weapon/what have you, but thats just the way things are. "Caretaker" loves whumpee, others just dont understand.
Carewhumper who accidentally smothers all of whumpee's other friendships while whumpee is sick so they can help them. So when whumpee gets better, Carewhumper is all they have left <3
Content warnings: Carewhumper, less-than-gentle handling of injury, mentioned eye and hand trauma, burns, Sev apologising for hurting himself, mentioned/planned amputation.
There are footsteps, in the corridor. Tap-tap, muted and even. Purposeful. It knows the rhythm of those steps better than its own, and if its tear ducts were still working it could have cried from sheer relief.
Eshha came in earlier, cursed and left again immediately, and it assumed he was fetching someone to patch it up but it expected some unfamiliar healer, didn’t expect a reunion quite so soon.
The door is pushed open, a few more steps, and then Canna is there. Canna is there and it has just enough presence of mind to listen carefully and confirm no one else is in the room before it seeks her embrace, shaking all over again but so, so glad.
A calloused, steady hand tilts its face up, careful fingers pulling a ruined eyelid- at least, it thinks so, it’s hard to tell, everything in the area muted and hurting -aside to inspect the damage.
“Hmm. There will be deep scarring here, asymmetrical. Careless. You could not wait until I got here?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know when you’d come back.”
She does… something, causing pressure near the back of its still mostly occupied eye socket. The sensation is very strange- and hurts, but that is to be expected. “I will need to sever this, and remove what remains of this eye. Likely the other, as well. And, of course-” she taps the back of a hand, swollen and blistered and still in better condition than its palm or fingers, and the stab of pain it feels is so sudden it almost flinches “-the hands. As to my presence, I am only here because Norin came to me in quite some distress, claiming your innocent sister was in danger. And then, on arrival, I heard you were injured.”
“Where is my sister now?” Please say she was sent home.
“In a cell on level two,” Canna says, and her tone is matter-of-fact, unapologetic, but she does put an arm around it. “I will ensure she is alright, once I have tended to you.”
It shakes its head.
“Her first.”
“She is not the one at risk of infection. You need cleaning up and treating first- I cannot help her, nor indeed anyone, if we die from this.”
“…Alright.”
It is still worried, but there is nothing to be done but have patience. Canna is here now, and will be thinking of a plan already, will know what to do.
Things will be alright. It will be (it has recovered from worse, after all). And perhaps… perhaps, soon, Leonia can be alright, too.
It doesn’t normally care much for hope, but in this case… in this case, it dares to hope so.
Contents: Manipulative Whumper, Whumper and Whumpee meeting, Whumpee is extremely gay/touch starved/horny
<---- Part One
OC Lore: (x) (x)
Lorena stared at the girls sleeping form in awe.
She couldn't believe this was really happening, that she was really real.
Mimi had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, no doubt exhausted from whatever escapade she went on today. She watched her small body slowly rise and fall with each breath. Lorena unconsciously matched her breathing as she gazed longingly at her. She was beautiful, perfect. Her pale skin glowed in the light of the fire, her bright curly hair reflected the flames themselves, and her freckles looked like stars dashed across the night sky.
Lorena heard Cedric approach from behind. She ushered him to the backroom where they could talk freely. "Do you have the information I requested?" She asked. Cedric hummed for a second, looking at the files he'd been sent on his phone. "Yes, my lady," he replied. "Her name is Milena Elliot, 20 years old, reported missing three years ago by her parents, nothing much else besides that."
"Milena......." Lorena blushed, closing her eyes. "I can't believe it's really her." He looked at her quizzically and noticed her eyes were getting glassy. "Apologies, my lady, but have you met her before?" She looked at him with an unnerving grin. "It's Mimi!" She beamed. "She looks exactly like her! Same curly ginger hair, same big brown eyes, same cute chubby cheeks!" Her face went bright red as she gushed like a schoolgirl.
Cedric had never seen his mistress so enamored before. A small part of him was proud of her, in the same way a parent might be when their child grows up and starts dating. But mostly, he was worried. The subject of Mimi was a..... traumatic one. The thought of Lorena putting those feelings on this poor girl was terrifying. "The only thing different are all those freckles she has." She continued. "But, I think they make her look even cuter!"
As much as Cedric worried, it had been so long since he'd seen her smile, heard her laugh. It made his heart ache.
Lorena grabbed his shoulders with a smile. "Hell, Cedric! Her name is even Mi-lena, MI-LENA! Can you believe it?? It's kismet, I'm telling you!"
He watched her continue to gush and giggle. Her infectious smile causing his own lips to curve upwards. He hadn't seen her like this in forever, so carefree, so excited, so..... happy. He wanted to stop time and keep her here forever. He would give anything to keep that smile on her face, do anything. He closed his eyes for a moment, his resolve growing.
"What is your wish, my lady?" He asked, inadvertently cutting her off. She stared at him for a moment, suprised by the interruption. "I-" She stammered, face flushed. "I want to keep her."
Cedric put his hand on his chest and gave her a small bow. "It will be done, my lady."
•••
The smell of burnt wood and old books lingered in the air as Milena's eyes lazily drifted open. The sun blinded her as it came in through the window, causing her to roll over with a groan. Why did her mother insist on opening her damn blinds every morning? She heard a chuckle and then felt a hand caress her head.
Milena's eyes shot open as she jumped up with a start. There she saw a woman sitting there with her. Lorena. Everything from yesterday came rushing back to her in an instant, as the taller woman smiled at her. "Good morning sleepy head," she chirped. Milena's face flushed with fresh embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! Oh my God, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I'm sorry, I-"
Lorena just laughed as she pressed a finger to the girls lips. "You're ok, you're ok," she cooed. "You were so exhausted, you needed it." Milena couldn't believe this woman, why was she so nice? So..... warm? It was crazy, SHE was crazy. They didn't even know eachother. More than that, why did Milena feel like she was going to faint everytime she looked at her? It was too much.
"I got you some food!" Lorena cheerily said, pulling out a paper bag. She handed it to Milena with a smile. "Oh! I got you something else too. Hold on," she said, getting up and hurrying to the back. Milena sighed and looked at the bag, it had the same logo as the cafe from yesterday. She felt bile rise in her throat remembering yesterday's events. She choked it back down and took a breath, opening it. Inside was a wrapped breakfast sandwich, still hot.
Her mouth watered and her stomach let out a growl. She didn't eat at all yesterday. She unwrapped it and took a massive bite. It had been so long since she had a hot meal. The salty, savory, cheesyness of it all was almost intoxicating.
Lorena walked back into the room with a cup. "Here," she said, handing it to her. "Got you some coffee from there too." Like tea, Milena wasn't a big coffee person, but there was no way she was going to turn it down. She took a sip and was suprised at the taste. It was very creamy and chocolatey, she could hardly taste any coffee at all. Lorena beamed at her, "you like it? You seem like the kind of girl that prefers sugary drinks. So I figured you'd like this better than plain black coffee."
Milena stopped drinking and looked her, what the Hell was that supposed to mean? "I like other stuff too, y'know! What, are you calling me fat or something?" Her normally pale face was completely red with embarrassment. Lorena looked at her startled for a moment, before pressing her hand to her mouth to try and suppress a smile. "No, of course that's not what I meant," she chuckled. Milena felt so childish getting upset like this, but she couldn't help herself. "Oh yea? Then why are you smiling!?" The woman took a breath and tried again to suppress her smile. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just- you're so sweet," she purred, reaching out to caress her face. "And sweet girls deserve sweet treats, don't they?"
Milena went wide eyed as she stared dumbfounded at her. 'A sweet girl?' Any irritation she had completely vanished at the phrase. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. A warmth filled her belly as Lorena smiled and caressed her cheek. She felt like her heart was going to burst out of her. She bit her lip. She NEEDED Lorena to touch her more, to run her hands down her body. An aching desire filled her as she leaned into Lorena's hand.
Desire grew inside Lorena as she saw how needy Mimi was. Poor thing probably hadn't been touched in years. Let alone, shown any sort of affection. She really was such a sweet little girl. So perfect. Lorena felt her own heart pounding as butterflies wracked her insides. She wanted nothing more than to bring her hand down to the girls neck and choke her, to burn her with a piece of ember, to belt her, to tie her down and fuck her until she couldn't walk anymore. She wanted it all, no, she NEEDED it. There was nothing in the universe that she needed more than to hear her scream, to cry, to BEG.
But she couldn't, not yet.
Lorena pulled her hand away and chuckled, "you're so cute when you're angry." She ruffled her hair and stood up. "you should finish eating, Mimi." She said as she walked away. The desire in Milena only increased in the absence of the woman's touch. She took a breath and tried to calm down. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd never felt so.....pent-up before. She shook her head and tried to compose herself, eating the rest of her breakfast.
Once she was done, she looked towards Lorena again. She was sitting at a desk on the far side of the room, sifting through various papers. She also noticed that her now clean clothes had been folded up and placed on a shelf behind her. "Um, I'm gonna get changed." She muttered, feeling suddenly shy. Lorena didn't move, "Ok, honey," she answered.
Milena felt sad for some reason that she didn't turn around.
She quickly changed back into her original clothes. It had been so long since they had actually been clean, not covered in dirt, sweat, or rain. She breathed in the lavender scent of the detergent with delight. She turned back to Lorena who was still in the same position.
She walked up behind her. "Lorena? I uh- just wanted to thank you for your help. You've been so incredibly kind to me in a way that no one has ever been. I'm so sorry for any trouble that I've caused and I-" she gulped. "I'll be happy to get out of the way now." Lorena turned around with a quizzical look on her face. "You're leaving?" She asked. Milena looked to the ground, "yes, I don't want to take up anymore of your time."
The woman looked at her with worry in her eyes. "You haven't caused any trouble for me, I promise." Milena knew that was a lie, she'd been nothing but a burden to everyone in her life. She couldn't keep abusing Lorena's kindness like this. Not to mention, the cops probably put a warrant out on her. The last thing she wanted was for Lorena to get in trouble because of her. Milena still couldn't bear to look at her, "thank you for saying that. But, it would still probably be best if I was on my way. Thank you again for everything." She said with a half hearted smile. She turned away and went towards the door, feeling absolutely destroyed with each step.
It was stupid. It was selfish. She barely knew the woman, what right did she have to such kindness, such generosity? No, better to leave now. Better for both of them.
Lorena sighed. "Well, if you're in such a hurry to leave, then let's go," she said, standing up. Milena looked at her, bewildered, and began to stammer through a list of nonsensical reasons she shouldn't go with her before settling on, "I'm homeless!" Lorena chuckled and pet her head. "So? It won't kill me to walk with you for a while. Besides, I don't want you to collapse on the sidewalk again." Mimi's face went beet red again, "But I'm-" the girls eyes became glassy and she bit her lip, unable to meet her gaze
Of course, Lorena knew the reason Mimi was so hesitant to walk with her was because of the police. She had laughed when she read the report, yes, this little girl was clearly a massive danger to law enforcement and the general public. Please. Although.... clearly she had some finesse if she fought the police like that. She'd have to restrain her well once she finally came home.
Lorena looked down into the girls eyes and grinned. "No more objections? Ok, good. Let's go!"
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AN: This chapter is getting too long so I'm splitting it up. Also, I wanted to clarify in case it wasn't clear, the text refers to Milena as Mimi when the perspective switches to Lorena.
Contents: People being assholes, Cops being creeps, Sexual harassment, Implied previous SA, Manipulative Whumper, Whumper and Whumpee first meeting
OC LORE: (X) (X)
It was raining again.
Milena ducked into a Cafe to get away from it. These late October showers chilled her to the bone. She only had the one pair of clothes now since her backpack got stolen, so she couldn't change into anything warmer. She shivered and made her way to the counter.
"Hey," Milena greeted the barista. The woman at the counter was laughing with a coworker before turning around, her smile instantly fading when she saw her. The Barista eyed her suspiciously before asking, "What can I get you?" Milena had seen that look on so many faces, it pissed her off to no end, but she learned to swallow the anger and stay polite. "Can I have some Hot Water, please? She smiled. The woman gave her an annoyed look, "yea.... sure."
Milena got the water and turned around with a sigh. She was used to this kind of treatment at this point, but it still hurt. Homelessness had made her a true outcast in society. Everyone assumed she was a drug addict, a criminal, or a hooker. That this was her fault somehow. The worst part was she used to be the same way, at least unconsciously. Sure, in the abstract she wanted to help the homeless, but in practice, she was nervous and little rude whenever they had approached her. Maybe this was Karma.
She sat down in a booth and took a sip of the water. It burnt her tongue but she drank it anyway, letting the heat spread inside her. She hadn't realized how cold she was before she took a sip. Things had been especially hard lately, the library she used to go to during the day shut down and the cops were cracking down on people sleeping outside. So every day and every night it felt like she had to constantly be on the move. She was exhausted. She took a few more sips of her water and relaxed, watching the rain fall outside. The rain seemed so soft from the inside, so cozy. She took another sip and her eyes became heavy. She wouldn't fall asleep, she couldn't, but she could rest her eyes for a bit. Nothing wrong with that. She allowed her eyes to close, it would be only for a minute, she wouldn't fall asleep, she wouldn't.
A hand gripped her shoulder. She bolted upright, grabbing the hand that touched her, ready to fight. Bad idea. There were 2 cops standing above her and both of them had their hands on their weapons. Fuck.
Milena let go of the cops hand and tried to remain calm, setting both hands on the table. "Officers, I- I'm sorry, you startled me. Is there a problem?" She said, trying to keep a level tone. The cop did not let go over her shoulder, both officers glanced at eachother before saying, "It's time to go ma'am. Get up." What? Who could've called the cops on her already? She just got here. Milena tried to keep her composure, "Officers, I don't understand. Have I done something wrong?"
The grip on her shoulder got tighter. "Listen little girl," the other cop said. "This ain't a shelter, ok? Now, you've been told multiple times to get outta here. So get." Milena nervously glanced around and saw patrons, along with the employees, watching the confrontation. Her face heated in embarrassment, she looked down at the table and noticed there was no steam coming out of her cup. Fuck, she must've passed out.
The cops hand moved down to her arm and began to pull her up. She instinctively yanked her arm away, cops were always so handsy for no reason. "Hey, wait a minute," Milena protested. "I'll fucking buy something if that's the issue." The only answer she got was both officers roughly grabbing her to drag her away. "Get the fuck off me!" She cursed, attempting to get out of their hold. "I'll pay, I'll fucking pay!" It was so cold outside, she wasn't ready to face it again. She tried to kick them in the shins, but all she got in return was a harsh jab to the stomach that knocked the wind out of her.
Milena was left dazed, struggling for breath, as she was hauled outside to their car and slammed face first onto the hood. The bite of the cold hit her fast, the rain must've brought in more cold weather. She shivered as her clothes were still damp from the downpour. She grimaced as she felt calloused fingers feeling her up and down, checking her for anything 'dangerous'. She was wearing nothing but leggings and a light sweatshirt, the rest of her stuff had been the damn backpack.
The officer holding her down lightly chuckled, "You'll pay, huh? With what exactly?" Milena gritted her teeth. The other officer looked down at her with derision. "How old are you anyway, little girl? You should be in school." The officer still holding her down grinned at his colleague. "This ain't no little girl, John. Take a look at this." The man suddenly yanked her sweatshirt up so her hips and ass were exposed. Milena went beet red and tried to escape the man's grasp. "HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?! GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU SICK-" She was caught off as the man apparently named John slammed her head back onto the car. "Damn Larry, you're right," he chortled. "I think we need to take her back to the station."
Milena's eyes widened, NO NO NO NO. That was the last thing she wanted. Only bad things happened at the station, things she wanted to forget. "Please officers, I- I'm sorry." She quavered. "There's no need for that, I won't make any trouble for you, just please." Larry stroked her hip, "Oh I know you won't, sweetheart." Panic swallowed the girl as she heard the clink of handcuffs being grabbed. Adrenaline surged through her, NO.
Milena brought her knees in before kicking Larry as hard she could. The man let go and stumbled back at the sudden strike. Wasting no time, she bolted towards the side of the café, where she knew there was an alley. Before she could reach it, a hand grabbed her by the collar, it was John. NO.
Instead of trying to pull away, she leaned in like a wild animal and bit him, HARD. The man screamed and let go, she immediately sprinted away into the alley, running towards the fence. She heard a commotion behind her as people started coming outside to see what all the screaming was about.
Not daring to look behind her, Melina hopped the fence and ran across the street. She ran between alleys, hopped backyard fences, she didn't know if she was still being chased, but she didn't want to wait around to find out. She ran until exhaustion took her, resorting to hiding behind an abandoned gas station.
This was bad, really bad. The cops were gonna find her eventually. Fuck, why did she have to come to this small ass town. She would just leave but there was nothing around for miles, not to mention it would involve going down a whole mountain. Milena sighed, when she ran away, she was in such a panic that she bought a ticket for whatever bus was leaving the soonest. That bus ended up in this shithole. Apparently, this town was a little known destination for the extremely wealthy. Which also meant that everyone here was a fucking asshole. Well, mostly everyone.
She missed the library. Seriously, what kind of fucked up town closes a library? Ms Summers, the librarian, was always so kind to her. She always let her stay in the library during the day, much to the chagrin of the older patrons. She would even bring her food sometimes. Milena knew Ms Summers only helped her out of pity and that she was nothing but a burden to her, but still, she missed the safety she provided.
Milena began to shiver as her adrenaline crashed. Was it getting colder? Her skin was dripping with sweat and and her clothes were still damp. This wasn't good. She needed to find someplace warm and fast. She hobbled out from behind the building and looked around. This was a mostly residential area, but down the street she spotted a book store. Maybe they would let her stay for a little bit? The librarian helped her, maybe all book lovers were altruistic like that?
She walked down the street, breathing hard. She was exhausted, she just needed to lay down somewhere warm. Just for a little bit. The wind began to blow hard again, making Milena tear up. She stumbled and fell to the ground, shaking. She tried to get up, but couldn't find the strength. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was lay on the sidewalk and shut her eyes. It would be easy, what was even the point of carrying on? She had no friends, her family hated her, and now the law was after her. Even if she found shelter, it wouldn't last. Nothing good ever did.
Thunder boomed as tears welled in her eyes. They fell as the rain began to. She let out a scream and began to sob. She had tried so hard to be strong over these past years. She promised herself when she ran away that she'd never cry again, never let others hurt her again. She'd failed on both counts. She closed her eyes, it would be better this way. Let the cold take her, better nature than man.
Suddenly, a shadow come over her and a large hand grip her shoulder. Panic surged through her, oh God, it was the cops. NO NO NO. She opened her eyes, ready to fight, but was suprised when she saw a woman crouching down in front of her. She had long black hair, olive skin, beautiful almond shaped eyes, and three distinctive moles that lined her face and neck. She wore a long wool coat, leather heeled boots, and gold watch on her left wrist. Milena was in awe, she'd never seen someone so beautiful.
"Hey," the woman said, eyes full of concern. "Are you ok?" Milena just stared dumbfounded at her. "I saw you crying, are you lost?" Milena tried to say something, anything, but her voice came out shaky as her teeth began to chatter. "Oh no! You poor thing, we need to get you somewhere warm!" The woman picked her up bridal style, and rushed down the street towards the bookstore.
Heat blasted Milena upon entering the building. It was a small, but looked to be very old as everything from the floor to the shelves was covered in a dark wood. It even had an antique fireplace along the far wall. The woman plopped her on the floor in front of the fire. "Cedric!" She yelled. "I need something hot!" Milena was bewildered by this whole situation. Who was Cedric? Who was this woman? Why was she being so nice? She had actually carried her! What in the world was going on?
"You're completely soaked!" The woman exclaimed. "Take those off and put this on," she said, handing the girl her coat. Milena came out of her stupor. "What?!" She squeaked in suprise. "I'm not taking off my clothes!" The woman gave her a sharp look, "Well, I'm not gonna let you die of hypothermia in my shop! So take off your clothes and put this on," She ordered. Milena blushed as butterflies began to flutter in her stomach. The woman softened her look and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll turn around. I just want you to get warmed up, ok?" Milena turned her eyes away from her, blushing even harder, before giving a small nod in response. The woman chuckled and gave a quick ruffle to her hair before standing up and turning around.
Milena sighed and stood up to get this over with. Who was this crazy lady? She glanced over to her and it was only then that she realized how insanely tall this woman was. Yea, Milena was really short, but she only went up to this ladies waist. What was that, a two foot difference? Jesus, no wonder she picked her up so easily.
She got out of her clothes as fast as possible and put on the coat. It was way to big for her obviously. It dragged along along the floor and she had to hold it up at the chest so her boobs weren't hanging out. Why the hell was she doing this? Wasn't she ready to die 5 minutes ago?
"Uh..... I'm done," she said nervously. The woman turned around and gasped, before bursting out into laughter. This was humiliating. "H-HEY!" Milena yelled. The woman wiped a tear put of her eye. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she chuckled. "Believe it or not, I forget how big I am sometimes." Milena scowled, too embarrassed look at her, "yea....sure." She wished her heart would stop racing, she could barely hear herself think.
"Hey," the woman said gently, placing a hand on her head. "I am sorry. I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything here, but you looked like you were going to pass out. Here-" She said gesturing to the floor. "Just sit here and I'll make sure your clothes are washed as soon as possible." With nothing else to do, Milena plopped to the ground in a huff. The woman just looked down at her with a warm smile, she hummed before walking away with the clothes.
As much as Milena was was annoyed, embarrassed, and........... something else about this situation, it felt amazing to be warm again. She let her body relax as the fire continued to warm her bones. She was so relaxed that she didn't hear footsteps approaching from behind. "Excuse me, Miss."
Milena squeaked in suprise at the voice. She whipped around and saw a middle aged man kneeling down with a mug of something hot. "Apologies," the man said stifly, "your tea is ready, Miss." This must be Cedric. "Oh." She muttered, feeling shy for some reason. "Thank you, sir." She took the mug and the man left with a quick bow. Milena smelled the liquid, it was definitely some kind of tea, which she wasn't the biggest fan of in general. But, it would be rude not to drink it. She took a sip and it wasn't as bitter as she thought it would be. He had clearly added some sugar to it. Did she look like the kind of girl who only liked sugary drinks? I mean, she was, but that was still pretty presumptuous.
She sat there for a minute just looking into the flames and sipping her drink. She was right after all, bookworms are crazy altruists. The tall woman walked back into the room with a smile. "Don't worry, Cedric will have your clothes ready as soon as possible." She sat down on the floor next to Milena. "I- Thank you so much for your help, ma'am," the girl blushed. "I'll be out of your way soon, I promise." The woman's hand reached out and caressed her tear stained face. "You're in no ones way, sweetheart," she cooed, her hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're a wreck. How long have you been out there on your own?"
The way she said sweetheart made Milena ache inside. She bit her lip, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "Um..... about 3 years, I think." The lady looked at her in awe, "three years? That's far too long for someone like you, how old are you?" Milena was getting a little frustrated, she had survived a long time on her own, she wasn't just some kid. She took a breath and dared to look into her eyes. "I'm 20," she said as firmly as possible. The woman looked into her eyes for a moment, as if pondering something before replying. "Being homeless for so long, at such a young age ....... I- I'm sorry, it must've been hard for you." Milena looked back into the fire, "yes, yes it has been."
They stayed that way for a little while, both of them watching flames dance across the logs. Milena thought about how she got to this point, everything that happened with her parents. Why couldn't they just love her? She tried to be so good for them, she did everything they asked, why was it never enough? She thought about her brothers, God she missed those annoying brats. So many of her days were spent taking care of them while her parents worked. So many days of playing, homework, cooking, cleaning, and so, SO much frustration. She felt guilty for leaving them. She hoped her parents didn't make Lawrence their new punching bag. The thought made her lip quiver as she tried to push down the tears. She shouldn't have left them, it was her job to protect them, it was-
She saw the woman shift out of the corner of her eye.
Drawn out of her memories, she looked to her, and saw her smiling with her hand outstretched. "My name is Lorena," she beamed. "What's yours?"
This whole situation had been so crazy that Milena realized that she never asked for the woman's name. She took Lorena's hand. "My name is Milena."
"Milena?" Lorena whispered, with a look of recognition in her eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment and chuckled as her hand clasped the girls. "It's so nice to meet you...."
Whumper/Carewhumper who realized they pushed Whumpee too far. Maybe Whumpee has been stoic this entire time and now just won't stop sobbing. Maybe Whumpee was defiant and now is just... complacent. Maybe there was something Whumpee always cared about, a comfort object or person, and now when Whumper tries to tempt them with it Whumpee just shakes their head. Especially good with a Whumper or Carewhumper who thought that what they were doing was best for Whumpee, but now they very clearly pushed them too far.
whumpee being whumper's long lost, unrecognizable now, kid.
but whumper only realises that once the harm is already done.
how do they react? does it change anything? do they just move on? or... do they, perhaps, every now and then, take a look at whumpee's face and think...
