Of course she's right that Giriel means to placate them! The dead deserve their rest. They deserve to be treated kindly. Do you think it a coincidence that the rituals to honor them also placate them? It is not by [i]chance[/i] that the honored dead do not rise to inflict terror upon the living any more than it is by chance that a traveler greeted with a hot meal is likely to welcome it.

Giriel gives Uusha a look that is a little sad, a little wistful. It's not that she's wrong exactly. Red Wolf was powerful, dangerous, heroic, tempting. The thought brought the slightest blush to Giri's cheeks, but she remained steadfast. Defending the kingdoms didn't mean desecrating them! At least not for this sort of threat. It would be another thing if a gang of demons burst out of the forest and the dead were all you had to hand, or perhaps if some fool got it into their head to play at being a warlord with some dark artifact and the dead were needed to combat them. The point is, it's not that the [i]idea[/i] is stupid, but the dead deserve more respect than this and raising them to attack regular soldiers who had no say in their position because of the grand games of politics wasn't the right thing to be doing. 

Of course Peregrine wouldn't even worry about that point of ethics. For her, this was a proof of concept. If the dead could be summoned and directed effectively, that meant that witches had more tools in the world. Giriel was sure that Peregrine would point out that resentful energy was just as good a form of energy as any other type and the only thing preventing people from using it were old traditions, and that Peregrine could perfectly well tap this sort of thing without being corrupted or what have you. She might even be right (though one did have to be careful that the "darker" sort of magic didn't affect one's personality, demons in particular were known for trading in the abstract and that might include some modifications to your common sense or personal restraint). 

Peregrine was a conversation to come though. For now, Giriel needed to serve soup and Uusha was the problem with that. She ought to know better, but it was clear the knight was desperate. Giriel let out a sigh. Peregrine may not think much of the traditions, but they did matter. Witches, or anyone who practiced proper magic, had the right to make offerings to the dead, it was part of the station, the title, along with similar rights for certain spiritual problems and entreating with gods. It came with a compact that practicing the Art would be used for good, not to cause terror and darkness but on behalf of a community to honor their ancestors, and bound Giriel to adherence to the traditions. Bringing it up now might set her at odds with Peregrine, and Uusha wouldn't take kindly to being forced, but...she couldn't just do nothing, not when she'd just gotten here. She needed time to talk with them.

Giriel ladles out her soup and stands, not breaking her stare with Uusha as she moves to set the bowl before the exit to the cemetery. "I have the right to do this" she said, walking past Uusha. "We swore that compact before the Sapphire Mother and all the little gods of the earth generations ago, before one of the great heralds of Heaven as witness." So she set out the food as her offering, and only then ladled a bowl for Uusha, and one for Peregrine, and for anyone else who asked until her pot ran down to the base.

[This post spent the second question on how to get Uusha to allow her to make her offering to the dead and placate them.]