She's not dead. 

Giriel blinks. Looks around her. The teahouse waitress. She might never stop thinking of Piripiri that way. She was there first, the obviously too well-informed waitress. She carries herself like one too, even when she's demonstrating her full dragon-blooded strength, still moves like a waitress. Always serving. Giriel will hold onto that, might even bring it up someday, but there's little enough left of her to talk now. She's just grateful she's not dead. Not even on fire! Like she didn't owe Piri enough as it was. Some debts simply can't be repaid, you can only try to be someone worthy of what you received.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it. The tinkling of Agata's collar drowned out by the sound of the barge still plowing through land. Three demons to counsel now. One of Venus. Never had she imagined that a spirit of the goddess of love could know such despair. 

[i]"I want to have a life that is more alive than 'I guess the fexin leaf is strong enough that I won't kill myself today'" [/i] the words rang in Giriel Bruinsteads head over and over. Was that the first true thing she'd ever heard from the little masked priestess? She'd overthrown the General for that. Ha! Madness. The highest sort of madness, the kind unmoored from any miscreation. No cosmic grudge this, nor ordained mistake of nature, nor antagonist from beyond the realms. No, this was the sort of madness that existed entirely for itself, for its own sake. 

So she had three demons to counsel now. 

The Rakshasa was gone. Well, the Rakshasa wasn't on the boat visibly, that was basically the same as gone in her case. Heavens willing, she'd actually fallen. 

What then? What was Giriel's duty now? She stood slowly, her muscles straining. The net was heavy, but she was a strong woman, and she had something to do as she took in the deck. She picked it up with her and gazed at Uusha and the Red Wolf. Ah, there was her prophecy, the combat between the Red Wolf and Uusha, all the doom she had seen. And Kalaya throwing herself into it. Will they hear her, perhaps? 

Giriel steps forward. Into the combat, into the heart of it, placing a hand over Kalaya. "Stop!" she says, for what good it will do. Her body will do more. "No more fighting. No more chaos. Not here, not now. Peace, above all, whatever it may take." Her glare is for Uusha and the Red Wolf in turn. And it is on Cathak Agata that she lingers. Let them go, stop the boat, focus on what must be done, and let Kalaya and Petony drag Uusha away.

[Giri will spend her string on the Red Wolf to influence her and ask what it will take to make her abandon the fight and let the knights go free, dragging away Uusha if they must. She may simply do it given that Giri is cashing a string on it.]