Natacia hugs her arms around herself, starting to shiver again, although not from the cold. She feels a little queasy after having made the blow. It was one thing to defend oneself in combat, another to hurt someone helpless, no matter how deserving. Still, it felt...<em>good</em>to be able to enact revenge on at least one of her rapists. Surely the others who had participated were all dead as well. She takes a deep breath and looks back up to the dragon.<br/>"I...I can't believe that's true...I-I mean, Pelor cannot directly intervene, I know that. I.." she pauses "Surely the church did not intend for me to go out here just to die...I-I can't believe that.." she whimpers a bit "No...they...they couldn't..." already doubt and dawning horror are filling her mind. Much of what her superiors have done...if you look at in the right light...could be interpreted as being corrupt. But she never would have believed....<br/>"I-I don't know what to do..." she stammers out, sinking to her knees. Has her whole life been a lie? Serving a church that would subject her to this just because she was inconvenient?