This is heartbreaking. It would surely have been better if the young and fearless shepherd had been a demon in disguise, or some spirit tasked with leading her to Uusha, or a sympathetic local god. Instead she got a brave fool who's bravery went as far as ghosts but not so far as angry knights. Well, that was smart of him, angry knights were far more dangerous than ghosts and far less predictable. 

Though Giriel's face is held, her cheeks pressed inward by the careful but firm metal gauntlet, she gestures to Kayl with a dismissive wave of the hand. It says [i]you may go[/i] and also [i]your duty is done[/i], and a little bit of [i]you don't matter, shoo[/i] because the color drained of his face says that a little anger and indignation would do him good and he would be better off for withdrawing with his dignity than with his tail between his legs. A youth of his bravery doesn't deserve to be crushed by Uusha, even in passing. 

So go, get out, leave her be, she needs no more guide. As for this, this is fine. Giriel's eyes are looking up at Uusha's, looking at her stag helm, at the weight of her symbolism and the burden she bears. That she sees herself, alone, as responsible for the salvation of kingdoms and it weighs on her as though the whole heavens press on her shoulders. It's enough to break a heart, all these people hurting. Enough that it brings a tear to Giriel's eye, though Uusha could be mistaken for thinking the pain she's causing is physical as Giriel shudders.