"So he's only a little older then, hm? That's alright; if he's not offended by the idea, I suppose I could carry him as well. Between the three of us, the city's pretty much already saved!"

Gordin can't help but grin at the image of what this older brother must look like; since he's not exactly the font of imagination, it's more that he's imagining Cu Chulainn with fluffy hair. Whatever works, right?
"At any rate, now that we're feeling a little better, shall we resume the Heroic Quest To Get Ice Cream? Are you up to hanging on again, or did you want to rest a little more?"

It's a pity his water skin didn't come with him; at the very least, they could clean off their faces before trying to go in and buy food. What a sight they must look (oh great people are totally giving them weird looks for it too great great great).