Giriel meets Uusha’s gaze. Kayl running off hot with pride was the best she could hope for, and now Uusha is her attention. Fight a knight? Was that really the only thing open to her? She had promised Agata to return when she had resolved things here. She didn’t think that fighting Uusha, running her off, would change her mind. Giriel didn’t think the Red Wolf thought that either, otherwise she’d have gone herself, a hero of the Dominion. One did not hire a [i]witch[/i] to go smashing about with swords, even as a backup plan (barring certain very specific demons), and whether Red Wolf had any inkling of Uusha being here, the response to the N’yari would have been much the same. 

No, one hired a witch to talk and set things to right, or perhaps to set things wrong as Peregrine was doing for the sake of experimenting with her Art. And that meant that things might just take a little more time. Time enough to change a mind perhaps. Magic was, after all, about Will. You didn’t practice if you didn’t have that basic sense of self.

So Giriel stared at Uusha, the stag knight, and slowly shook her head such as the knight’s gauntlet would allow. “I will come with you, but I won’t help you rouse the dead. You’re making a mistake and I’ll stay with you long enough to help you see it.”