"No, it's fine, if nobody's hurt... and er, I'm sure we will. See each other. Sometime." There aren't that many Warder-trainees and novices at the Tower, after all; too-close friendships are discouraged, but not casual interaction.
Cirelyn gives the trainee's retreating back a faintly bemused look; he surely can't be pinning any hopes on her, it'll be years before she has the right to bond a Warder. (And could she, even if she wanted to? She doesn't know if Deiza Sedai and the others have Warders; the trust implied by the bond seems to sit uneasily with the secret they're required to keep. Perhaps a man of the Atha'an Miere - but none of them would leave the sea behind.)
"All right, now that seems to be resolved - look, I really can't keep calling you just you." That to the servant boy. "What's your name? I'm called Cirelyn. Take a moment to calm down, I'm sure the Gaidin won't complain about you taking too long, once the situation's explained. Was it the Blademaster who asked you to get the swords?"