[Getting apologised to by Marth of all people is enough to send Gordin into a fit of embarrassment; really now, if anyone should be apologising it's him for not being a better soldier.]
Um! It's fine, really; I would have done more to figure things out more if I'd known that it could be of use to you as well, so...Please don't worry.

Oh, oh; if someone like Cain got here with his horse as well, it could be chaos on the streets with so many people about. I didn't even think about that! [Not that his mental image of Cain or Abel or heaven forbid, Frey or Jeigan trying to ride a horse down narrower streets than he's ever seen isn't a little on the hilarious side, but...
Yeah. Not the best first impression of the Altean League. Which is why he's at least trying to stifle his giggles as he scuttles on after Marth.]

Haha, it's been far too long; Master Jeorge's been working me into the ground, and I only hope that it's paying off and making me better! I was planning on coming back to Altea for a while, maybe get to watch Ryan train a little and catch up with everyone, but...Then this!
Er, I really should thank you for taking him into the army, y'know; it means a lot to him, and to me that he's safe with you.

But enough about me; how have you been? Things were alright before today, weren't they? You haven't been overworked? [Since not a day had gone by in Akaneia when he'd wondered if he'd made the right choice; Ryan's news notwithstanding, the thought of leaving home right when it needed him most...
That really gnaws at his patriotism. But what can you do? He either provides apprentice bowmanship, or gets better so that he can serve better when he comes home.

And that it was all maybe worth it for this situation now is a nice feeling.]