Natacia does her best not to flinch away when the dragon's head leans in close to her. She's frightened on a primal level, but showing fear at this point would be foolish...what the dragon does with her is at its whim. She actually nods a little in agreement at what the dragon says, knowing it to be true. She's spent all this time coming up with different sorts of justifications and rationalizations for all that has happened, but she can no longer do that. She knows what she did, and she knows what she feels now. Her eyes flicker to the goblin the dragon produces for her, and then down to the mace. It takes a moment for her to recognize exactly who this goblin is, considering how little she got to see of the ones that had taken her, but this face was etched in her mind, the first one to have her. It's frightening to her how calm she actually does feel as she walks over to retrieve the mace; she would have been sure that this would be another internal struggle, but when she looks within herself she can find no pity, no mercy for her rapist. Unless something prevents her, she takes the mace and brings it down upon the goblin, choosing not to end his life but rather aiming square between his legs.