Atem listens, that ancient, deep, fatigue still running wide through his being. Then, at the shepherd's words, he... smiles? Maybe not a smile, but something clos(ur)e. "Heh. And I'm supposed to be the wise one in this trio.

"Thank you."

He fades, and there's more silence. Until something he says clicks into place for Zahra, and they startle before chuckling. "I don't know. He was a good friend to me, at least. After everything was said and done."