Gilda raised her head, staring at Fortrakt. He kept his face still, tone utterly devoid of any emotion as they caught up with her. However, as she turned to continue walking, she could distinctly hear him chuckle softly with Giraldi. They weren’t going to stop making fun of the situation and they weren’t going to stop jabbing her with comments. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel mad at them—the opposite, actually. Maybe it was the fact that they were taking all this to stride or that they were still comfortable enough around her to make jokes—whatever it was, it somehow lessened the weight the chains seemed to have.