Lion Head Mesa i wanna take the breath that's true

From the doorway of his provided chamber, Thutmose does not miss the passing form of one he had yet to meet.

This one walked so absent-minded. It was likely they may trip over their own feet at this rate!

He would not dare speak so boldly, as to not offend them. But a warning to be mindful would still be offered through a low chuff. 

Still, he did not move, gaze fixed upon them. They would heed him, or ignore him. Either was up to them entirely.