[It takes a moment. Ryou's seen these claws before, of course. But he's far more entranced with the way Atem is transforming himself than even what he's transforming to. The way his skin shifts to the very fog they serve, then remakes itself in a different form. It's...beautiful, really.

But he does figure it out by the time fur gives way to skin, all the way up to Atem's shoulder. He remembers those hands, those claws, and how they felt. And when the snakes bloom from where Atem's hair had once been, Ryou already knows what's going on.

Atem...he's changing into a naga. He...doesn't need Mana to do this anymore? Ryou feels a prick of envy, but it doesn't last, because he can't bring himself to envy what Atem has, what he's worked so hard for, made sacrifices to do.

The whole time that he's transforming, Ryou's tail is wagging steadily, if slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. Once it's over, and Atem's made his comment, Ryou steps forward again, and there's a smile on his face, one that reaches his eyes and makes them glitter.]

You...you're magnificent. Amazing. That really is a great power.

[And then he bumps Atem's forehead with his nose.]

It didn't even take long. I'm sure this would be very helpful in a difficult situation.