Cocooned in Green

"Wait, what did you say?" the woman behind her asked.

"She was trying to bite her lip. Does that mean something?" Cole asked her.

"Of course it means something," the woman replied, abandoning the futile attempt at keeping the trees at bay and rushing back to the king, "Do you trust me?" she asked him.

"It's not like I have a choice at the moment," Cole shrugged.

"Meh, fair enough," the woman replied. Claws sprouted from her hands and she slashed her hand across the king's palm. The claws stopped at the surface of the man and cracked. Cole gasped at the sight of the woman's bloodied nails, "Aaaah," she screamed, "Damn it. What are you made of? That is not skin," the woman replied.

"You should have told me before you did something that stupid. My skin is nearly impenetrable and at the moment, none of us has the tool to cut me. What were you trying to do anyway?" he asked.