The priestess shrinks a bit in on herself hearing the cruel words of her dragon captor. Its arrival had driven her earlier shame from her mind, more immediate concerns occupying her thoughts, but now she's forced to confront her own shame yet again. "I-I didn't want to!" she sobs, almost talking to herself now, trying to convince herself that she only did what she was forced to. "I had no choice!" she pleads, almost oblivious to what the dragon has promised. But in the back of her mind a small part recoils in fear at what this dragon plans to do with her. She knows that it wouldn't be as simple as death, or she'd be dead already.