She would have certainly been curious to hear his thoughts on centaurs and their importance as well as acromantulas should he ever have chosen to share. There wasn't many things that caused her panic - except for the idea of her Papa being alone apparently. And maybe occasionally clothes, but that was new as of this term while she was still trying to navigate the whole fashion and attempting to appeal as pretty to people. Which had been a much stronger goal the further from summer she'd been.

But... she was digressing, and that rabbit trail of thought had no place when she needed to have her wits about her.

Because here they were. THE THRESHOLD.

Which... Atlas was crossing in one obnoxiously long stride, in which she TRIED to match by giving as careful of a hop as she could after him. It wasn't a great attempt though and she found herself reaching to cling to the back of his shirt to keep herself from falling backwards and out from under the cloak. "Atlas! Tiny legs!" She hissed quietly at him, knowing full well he knew that. Clearly he was exercising his older brother status he'd been adopted into.