Lynise became flustered and panicked. She knew she had only a few minutes before she was face to face with the human and no matter how bad the other Dryads said their eyes were when you're face to face there's really no concealing yourself. She grabs her sapling and slams against the tree hoping to hide inside of it, it was a risky move since when a Dryad is in a tree they can be forced out if the tree is cut down. (Speculating you can ignore this if I'm wrong.) She pushed her hand on it and it slowly sank in, the key phrase being<b>slowly</b>. The distance from her home grove made it difficult to work the magic to hide inside the tree, however it wasn't impossible, it felt as if her hand was slowly sinking in an earthy, pointy molasses. She was up to her wrist and she was trying to get the rest of her body to start melding too, while she glanced down the tree to see how close the human was.