After enough complicated back-and-forth with Gyre, poor Garrot's nerves are soothed by his buddy saying and doing, well, everything. He was visually and verbally confused, and he even flat-out stated that things weren't over.

So Garrot chokes out a laugh.

"No, no!" He pauses for a beat, eyes wide, ears perked up, and a grin creeping onto his face. He's relieved! "I mean yeah, I probably forgot how to find your camp." Garrot shrugs, even going so far as to roll his eyes at himself. A woodmsan he is not. "But that doesn't matter. I apologized because, well, we have totally different..." He trails off for a moment, looking for the word, before sliding right back into unburdened rambling. "Boundaries! And yours are really important to you, and, well, they're important to me, but you seem fine." He pauses for another beat, looking a little sheepish as that blush refuses to leave.

"So we're fine. It's fine!" Garrot Murtakhor hasn't stopped trying to be respectful, even if he's graceless and inelegant about it.