Atem would say it's a fair question, considering everything. It's not like he's used to having to kneel to another at all. His pride has been wounded a thousand times over by this and more.

"How is it ever warranted?" Atem asks but he looks at the hand, at the way that it changed, his brows furrowing. Magic isn't a foreign concept to him but this is still something unknown to him. He takes his hand however and rises to his feet. He's much shorter than the other. He's very short for a human male at 5ft tall and lean muscled.