Giriel's heart sinks down to her feet. It's obvious and she makes no attempt to hide it a her shoulders slump and her head droops. She can see the look, the detachment. It's almost worse that there's no protest, that Piripiri is just going along with it. It's just, there it is, what witches do is evil, everyone thinks it's evil and they're right. Even if it works, even if it saves them from hell, she has to do a monstrous thing. It's stupid that it would be like this, that blood magic would be the only thing she can think of, that the power of dragon's blood would be so damned powerful! She had hoped that maybe Piripiri would understand the need, but no, she must be cruel and take what is needed, though it harm Uusha's prisoner, and disrespect her and reinforce that witches are full of dark workings and never to be trusted. (Alas, it does not occur to her that perhaps she could have trusted more, and that had she asked and not demanded, things would be different). 

She sighs, a deep, bone-weary sigh. "I am sorry, I have no choice, I can think of no other way to save us. Let all the guilt fall on me and none else here for this decision." She turns the dagger in her hand, no long presenting the hilt to Piripiri. Instead, she has the blade out and take's Piripiri's hand with her own. Her touch shakes, and she stops, breaths, and begins again, gentle as she holds Piripiri's hand in place, her own cradling it beneath. Then with the expert hand of someone well-trained in housework, she draws a shallow, clean line across Piripiri's palm. It stings but is not deep. A few drops of blood pool in the center, and she gently tilts her own hand so that they roll to the ground even as Peregrine has begun to work, drawing the circle around them.

"I...must work quickly" she says, ripping a piece of her own black shirt near the waist for a quick bandage. She wraps it firmly around Piri's hand. "Hold this there with pressure, and we will treat it more properly once we're out of hell." And with that, she pulls her greatsword and begins tracing her own pieces of the circle, adding interior lines and sigils as quickly as she can. This was all for escape, after all, the best respect she has left to offer is to make that happen as quickly as possible.