James was definitely... concerned, but politely laughed anyway, not wanting to confront Cirrus in case such worry was unwelcome. He listened intently as they flew over the forest, ears perked up as he half-listened and half looked for fruit.

"My my," he laughed, "That sounded... exciting!"

He offered a smile and alighted delicately on a branch that honestly shouldn't have carried his weight, but it did, "Never apologize for being enthusiastic about something. Unless it's like... murder. But I enjoyed it, really."

James plucked off an apple from a branch, setting it in his neck-sack before starting to gather up anything else he could from the neighboring branches, taking a few nibbles too, the flight having taken quite a bit of energy.

James picked a peach off the same tree and took a bite, setting it on the branch as he ate around the pick, his fruit more ripe and soft, just how he liked it. He continued to put fruit in his bag before gorging himself on the fruits provided, ears flicking happily.

"Well," he said, swallowing, "My line is basically... if you did it out of necessity, you can be forgiven."

His eyes grew sad and he looked down, frowning. He supposed he still wasn't over Ari. He wondered where he was.

James just... shrugged. He knew good people from bad, could tell when hearts turned sour. If they were anything like Ari and not even trying to change, then they were bad news.

"Oh, um, I don't know, I don't have much of a green thumb," he said, and picked up the pit, setting it in his bag, "But I could try, thank you."

He grabbed an apple off a tree and crunched on it, sighing.

"I think you have a good heart, Cirrus," he said softly.