Gilda sighed. Her thoughts went to Marco. She knew she was going to have to confront the human at least one more time before she could clear whatever anger she still harbored for him. Hopefully it would be much more peaceful than their confrontation two days ago. She also found it rather silly that she was holding onto a grudge for so long, considering how the humans had explained that Marco meant nothing sexual by his touch. She also thought back on how amicable both were yesterday (they hadn’t tried to strangle each other, for one) and how Marco was the first to extend his hand towards her. Fortrakt’s words came back to her. She was definitely acting like a stupid cub. Maybe it was time to sheathe her claws?