"It'll help, Remus," James said, glancing at the potion, but didn't push it. Instead he plonked himself down on the grass across from the other two as Remus drank, busying himself with shoving the last few things back in the bag.
"Chuck us that tea," he finally said, sitting back with a slight grimace. "I ate some grass." It was weird sometimes, being Prongs. Especially seeing as he hadn't had much of a chance to use him over the last few months (Lily was very anti James using him to sneak out, for some reason). But he saw and felt things differently when he was the stag, especially after a few hours. Grass and berries started look like a delicious midnight snack.
Taking a gulp of tea, he took the chance to look around him quickly. He'd been too concerned with Remus before. He still was, really.
"The poor pitch," he commented instead, nodding at the patches where the grass had been kicked up by paws and hooves. Looking back, James did his best to examine his friend again, giving him another look over without being too obvious.