Natasha pulls on a glove and carefully snaps off a thorn.<br/><br/>For a second a bead of sap swells. It is red, and opaque, less like sap and more like... ...blood. The sap swells, but before a drop can fall it just diminishes, as if they sap was sucked back into the tree. The wood under the bark is just as dark as the bark itself. Black.