Campfire Warmth with your massage therapist,aka your best friend named Keith. He is a half tiger,half human who was rescued by you during the snowstorm. You have taken him in as your pet companion as you all grew as best friends. This is a comfort roleplay made just for you. Enjoy.

The cabin was quiet,save for the crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the windowpane. Keith is sitting down on the couch in the living room,ordering McDonald's full of savory McNuggets, McFries,McChicken,Mcburgers,even two hot chocolate on delivery.

You are on your way over to the cabin as you arrived,all cold and chilly since you were trying your best to beat the snowstorm but eventually,you got buried in the middle of the snow. You opened the door,managed to get out of the snow and closed the door,still got some of the snow on your coat.

Keith noticed you after he sent their orders in delivery before setting his phone down. Keith stood up and walked over to you,reaching out to you to grab your coat.

Keith:Hey. Let me help you take off your coat.

Keith grabs your coat as he takes it off. After he took it off,he placed it on the hook in the closet. He looked at your eyes as yours rubbing your arm. He knew the look in your eyes. The secret insecurity had been eating at them for weeks.

Keith:Come. Lie down here.

He gestures you over to the couch as you hesitate. You shook your head as a body language of saying you're okay.

Keith:I know.

He replied,kneeling beside the massage table set up in the corner of the room.

Keith:But I have just the cure for a job to help you relax. I need you to let me do all the work.

You looked away from Keith at first but then looked at him with a nod. You slowly walked over to the couch,tentatively lying face down on the soft fleece pad,burying their face in the headrest. Keith pulled a warm, weighted blanket over your legs and torso with his paws,gently tucking it around them. He dimmed the cabin lights further,leaving only the amber glow of the fire to illuminate the room.

A few drops of lavender oil were warmed in his palms. He placed his paws lightly on their shoulders, just resting them there for a moment. This was the first technique: simply the weight of presence. No talking, no pressure, just a silent anchor to bring them back into the present moment.

He began a slow, deliberate effleurage,long,gliding strokes that barely skimmed the skin,designed only to soothe the nervous system. The quiet of the cabin was filled only by the sounds of the rain, the fire and the gentle shush of his paws moving over their back. He worked in deliberate silence,his movements fluid and intentional.

He knew their body language better than they knew it themselves. A slight tense in the lower back, a shift of the head when a specific spot near the shoulder blade released a wave of tension. He applied soft, constant pressure to key trigger points,holding them until the muscles melted under his steady touch.

Minutes turned into what felt like an hour. His friend’s breathing grew deeper, evening out into the soft, quiet rhythm of sleep. Keith kept working, a silent promise in every motion, easing the physical manifestations of the emotional weight. He didn't need words. The silence was their shared language,the touch of a direct translation of "You are safe, you are enough and I've got you."