"I think...  There's no way we weren't going to end up in some kind of relationship, even if we had just both been dumped here without all the rest of the Company's...  Everything.  There's just...  Too much, that fits together too well.  And I'm glad of that, that I'm stranded on an island with some people that I'm definitely going to like, but I'm also incredibly pissed off at the Company for making me have to stand on my reservations, because we're both resolved that we won't let them win."

"So...  Tie me up, so we can prove to eachother that we'll do whatever it is we're doing on our terms, and not theirs."

Hailey's cheek flush, and her smile softens. "Bloody hell, Momo. Warn a girl 'fore you kick her right in the gay, yeah?"

"I, well..."

"I hadn't thought that I was going to?"

"I probably should have; it would have worked on me."

"But let's not get distracted, hm?  We have the desensitization to start doing before all our gay can go anywhere."

"Too true." She laughs and grins, cheeks still flushed, and loops the rope around Momo's right wrist, cinching it a little tighter before stepping in closer and taking her arm.

Her hand twitches and tenses, and she grits her teeth ever so slightly, but there's no other observable sign of the pain as she loops the webbing around Momo's wrist, forming a rope cuff as the base of a forearm bind. Two fingers slip under, and she nods, then looks to Momo. "Check-in? Anything pinch or tingle or too tight?"

"Seems good so far?  If anything feels off, I'll let you know."

"Good," she replies with a smirk — the expression maybe faintly stiffer than usual.

She loops the rope around the other wrist and ties a matching cuff, again checking for tightness, before something in her starts to subtly loosen, ever so slowly. The tension in her wrists doesn't build any further as she works her way up Momo's forearms, looping figure-eights around them, just tight enough to keep her arms pressed together without biting in at all, before running the end through the loop alongside Momo's left arm and tying the end around the spot where the two cuffs meet.

"Still good?"

She gently tests the binding.  It feels...  Nice.  "Still good."

She runs a hand from the binding up to Momo's bare upper arm, checking to see if she cramps again when she hits bare skin.

Nothing. Just the gradual loosening of the previous one.

Her cheeks flush brighter again, expression complicated as she processes this.

Then her mouth drops open for a moment. "It... worked," she murmurs, before continuing a bit louder. "It bloody worked!"

She just...  smiles.

"That's good.  That's great, even.  I'm glad.  How... How are you feeling?  If you want to talk about it, which, you know, you don't have to - but that looked like a lot."

She smiles, softly, a bit shyly even, running both hands along Momo's arms with a bit of wonder. "Started cramping the second I started tying, but pain's an old friend, so I could bloody well cope, especially for this. Once I got a basic cuff tied on your other wrist, it started easing up a bit, gradually slowing further as I looped your arms and you kept not doing anything."

More and more tension is dropping out of her muscles, her whole posture looser and looser.

"I more meant emotionally speaking, but that's good to hear too."

She adjusts the rest of herself a bit, for comfort; she might be here for a while, and it is going to be worth every second if it means that Hailey won't get hurt from touching her.

...Oh.  Oh Hailey is relaxing.  Oh, wow.

"It... was a shock. This's been constant for me, for as long as we knew Sable and I were separate, as long as we knew what my memories were. To touch was to fight, or to hurt for not."

She steps a little closer, her hands wrapping around to Momo's back, running over her shoulder blades, then down her sides.

"And here you were, going out on this absurd limb for me, letting me tie you up just for a chance at fixing that. Unbelievable..."

Hailey fixes Momo with a look, frowning, cheeks still flushed. "You're bloody mad, you know that?"

"A certain degree of insanity is necessary to look at all the violence of the world you live in and decide that you are going to hold the line against pain and fear and suffering with yourself.  Besides, this really isn't all that much of an imposition, especially compared to the relief it's given you."

She laughs and steps closer, tentatively turning the caress into a hug, pressing her body to Momo's and squeezing close. "Fair. Never said I'm not mad myself, did I? We're quite the set, aren't we?"

"A well-matched one, I daresay."

...yeah, she's leaning into the hug too.

She holds Momo tightly, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder, siiiighing out with relief. "Fuck. I get to have this."

She's not quite leaning on Momo, and actually making sure to provide some support in case she loses her balance or something, restrained as she is, but she's damned near limp apart from that.

She tries to burn this experience into her memory, burn everything about it into her heart, make sure that her hindbrain learns Momo from this experience.

"Mhm!  You do!"

(She'd probably be fine even if she did lose her balance, even without her bag of tricks, but the thoughtfulness is appreciated.)