[ she trusts ishmael this much, huh. her heart can't help but skip a beat at that, but ishmael does a good job in tamping that feeling out in favor of staying in character, beaming at her "teacher" with half-lidded eyes. ]

Put both your arms behind your back. Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable, ma'am.

[ and so she gets to work, expertly weaving rope around her arms and wrists like so, making sure everything is not too tight, but secure enough that red can't get away that easily. not when ishmael is around. ]

Is it okay? Can you still breathe? [ she loops a length of rope around her collarbone, humming all the while. ]