It's a wonderful life

If he seemed all that worried about falling, he didn't really show it. It was hard for Spirit to imagine not being in a permanent state of slight anxiety wherever he went, especially when he was thrust into a dangerous scenario, like... being near the edge of a cliff. Even standing so far away from it made his legs feel a bit unsteady, as if the slightest stumble could send him tumbling across the stretch of land and straight over the edge. He felt a white-hot rush of adrenaline at the mere thought, though was slightly reassured by Outlaw's carefree demeanor about his current location. Or.. maybe his lack of care should be more concerning? Spirit wasn't sure, but he looked friendly enough and that was enough to force a little smile out of timid Spirit.

"I-I guess," he started, sounding uncertain. He'd already seen more of Boreas than he ever cared to. If he had wings he had no doubt he'd want to see the whole world, but he was content to be landlocked and stay as close to home as possible, at least most of the time. The steady drumming of his heart seemed to calm as Outlaw kept speaking, his words distracting him as Spirit strode a few long, leggy steps closer. "N-no, I haven't s-seen.... haven't seen any big fish." Before he could ask anything further, Outlaw was already excitedly complimenting his bag. As if forgetting exactly what it was for, he glanced sideways at it before looking back to Outlaw. "It's for all my.... herbs. I'm learning to be a h-healer."