"What are winglets? They sound cute." Pleased when Daylight settles in front of him as bid, Huaisang rests gentle hands on Daylight's shoulders and starts to knead at his muscles. He knows exactly what he's doing, having studied forms of massage and knowing a few things about anatomy, and his hands are stronger than one might expect from his slender form. Slim and lazy though he might be, he still keeps up with a minimum of his Sect's daily exercise routine, and much of that strength is focused in his arms and shoulders.

He's careful, knowing that he doesn't have any massage oil to smooth his grip, but he works the muscles deftly, seeking out knots in Daylight's shoulders and neck and kneading at them until they unravel.