A frown furrows Giri's brow as she catches the shadows upon Kalaya's face, but she returns the hug with force enough to make it difficult to breathe, expressing an urgent need for a different sort of human contact than what Red Wolf was offering. 

When she lets Kalaya go a moment later (hopefully with no bruised ribs) she lets out her own breath that she'd been holding and her shoulders relax just a hair. Her collar jingles with the movement and she meets Kalaya's eyes as she asks the question.

"Both? Neither?" Giri shrugs and the bells tinkle merrily again. "I was accused of wrongdoing in front of all the gathered guests and Piripiri, the girl from the teahouse who it seems was a dragon-blooded servant to Agata, showed off her injury, inflicted by me. What could I say against that truth? I consider it a fair punishment all told. And then again, this is something Agata gave me, something she put on me herself. I would be lying if I said that I did not want it, did not want her even still." 

The way Giri says Agata, it's casual, you haven't heard anyone refer to her like that, none of her servants or staff, certainly not anyone trying to curry favor. You get the sense that even Giri hesitates over it a little, like she's sharing something in private with you, a stronger and truer sense of how she thinks than she would behave in a group. 

There's an awkward silence then. Giri stands still so her collar doesn't ring and looks at Kalaya. Then she sighs and jingling takes the girl into another hug, softer this time. "We put too much on our shoulders, princess." This time she doesn't hesitate, it's how she remembers you Kalaya, and she's more free with it in this moment, speaking softly for just you to hear. "Neither of us ought to bear it alone, you least of all considering how much you've already lost." 

[Giri rolls to comfort and support and gets a 13. If Kalaya opens up to her, they both get to pick an option. Giri will heal a condition if so.]