If only not to scare the birds (he wouldn't, not really) Atem waits patiently from somewhere way above them. When the small bird finally leaves Ravine's hands, he plunges towards her. The small falcon perches gracefully on her head, letting out an almost cheerful chirp.

"Do they really care about that? They just seem to like you." In reality any animal would feel at ease around a god, where they a god of death or not. Right?