Her extortion efforts were rewarded with two large, warm, and surprisingly soft hands reluctantly cupping her buttocks, the thin chitin covering it still hardened from the cold. With a soft rub, warmth started to seep back into them and she could feel the chitin relaxing, returning to the normal smoothness of everyday use. Only in battle or danger did chitin really start to harden, and when it did so during normal situations the loss of feeling could prove quite irritating. 