Instinctively, Yehudit's face scrunches, eyes squeeze shut when Atem goes to lift the crown from her head. But then finds that he takes care when doing so, and she relaxes again. One eye peering open at the boy reaching a hand out to her.

A quiet smile stretches her mouth as she sets the remains of the fish down. Despite how fast she had eaten, she can't deny her hunger and physical discomfort. It had been a long time since she had slept somewhere soft and nice, and had a proper bath. Atem's commanding tone should be intimidating, but she just laughs weakly to herself. It's not a game to him anymore, is it?

"All right," she concedes, accepting his hand so that she can finally get back onto her feet. He won't find any defiance from her here. "I would like those things."