[b]The Threefold Garden[/b]

She stiffens at the question, grimacing as she her back complains from the movement. Deliberately pushes herself to relax, mouth set in a quirked, humorless smile beneath the veil, as she reaches up to the lily in her hair and pulls it out, looking down into it, perhaps for answers.

There aren't any there, so she tosses it into the river below, shaking her head. The Red Wolf is a character, one that she helps maintain. But Cathak Agata? Selfish. Spoiled. Arrogant. Incredibly dangerous, and Piripiri is safe from that as long as she's loyal. And, lastly, most important, blessed with the right to rule, on behalf of her ancestor. 

"She's my lady, of the bloodline of the Last Dragon, and bearer of the mandate."

A little smile and a bow. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other duties to attend to. It was lovely to have a chance to talk in a lull between life's unpleasantness. Best wishes for happiness in the coming days."

[b]Interrogation Room 1[/b]

Piripiri closes the door behind her, and immediately takes off her mask. There's no real need for it here. She sets it aside, on a table, putting the medicine chest next to it, and starts picking tools and ointments out, glancing over to examine Uusha's battered body with a clinical eye.

The Stag Knight has had a bad day. She kneels, fetters holding her feet to the floor as her arms are held well overhead, a thick ball gag silencing her. The crossbow bolt had been removed, but only given a cursory dressing, and Piripiri glares at the thin, red-soaked bandage. Not good enough.

"I'm going to be treating your wounds here. I'm telling you this so you know that nothing you say is going to lead to preferential treatment or punishment. Because I want to ask you about something Giriel did, while she had your proxy, and I don't want you to just guess what answer you want me to hear or what would hurt me the most." It'd happened, rarely, in interrogations. But this wasn't an interrogation. 

She reaches up to take off the gag, fingers careful to not catch any of Uusha's hair in the buckle, and puts it on the table. 

"You won't be able to talk for a little while because your jaw is stretched out and sore, if you haven't had to deal with one of these before." 

She starts with a damp cloth, peeling back the offending bandage and wiping it clean, setting the dirty cloth aside, and grabbing the next, and talks as she works. 

"In Hymairian tradition, when I surrendered, I was in your custody. I would obey what was I was told to do, with a few exceptions, not try to escape or use force until the sun has crossed the horizon twice. I did that. In exchange, there is an expectation that any prisoner that you hold is to be defended as you would anyone else that owed you loyalty. I am explaining all this because it's possible that you simply didn't know. Hymair... Hymair is very far from here."

She's done cleaning the worst wound, here, and peels off her thin gloves, holding her hand out, palm up, mirroring how she'd offered it earlier to Giriel. "Giriel did this, while she held your proxy. She commanded me to bleed, instead of asking, because she could, and because she didn't want to extend trust that I wanted to get out of Hell as much as anybody else there." There's a moment of thought as she works out how to word her question. "Is that command an acceptable action to you?"

Was it morally wrong? Is it an acceptable sin, in war or in extremis? Would you have done the same? Would her having been free, and not captured, change any of this? All these questions and more compressed into one.

[b]Piripiri's Cabin[/b]

The bed's taken by two demons. The desk has a small medicine chest, open and well used, and a larger one that's been closed and locked properly. The daughter of dragons sitting opposite you, across the small table holding the teapot and cups, is wearing something much more subdued than earlier at the banquet, a dark gray tunic and black leggings, with a House Ragara pendant hanging on a choker about her neck.

"So, I'd like to start with the basics. What's your name? And how did you end up in Hell with the rest of us?"

She looks really tired.