To say she was angry was a rather interesting interpretation of events. Senescence had stood up that morning in a daze, mind blank, heart and feeling shoved down into the deepest recesses of her soul. Memories flickering in the back of her mind as she sat, waiting for Wendy to break from the crowd and stand across from where she sat, until the moment when Vera would call a start and they would begin a fight to the death. But she never did show up. How she got away, the scarred feline honestly wasn't sure. She, at least, had been watched all night. She should know, she hadn't slept for even a second. Perhaps that was why nothing worse had happened than being sent away without fighting. If there were mocking stares, whispered insults, Senescence didn't notice them, walking through the crowd, her face a mask of boredom and slight exasperation at Wendy's actions, but inside, she wasn't entirely sure. Happy? Angry? Relieved? It was likely some weird amalgamation of them all, as she'd walked towards the tree, the one she'd kept all her trinkets in, and often spent time between the highest branches. There's she'd gotten her first sleep since the match had been announced.

When she'd woken the next morning, it was like some part of her heart was missing, a feeling she made herself brush off, as if figuratively shedding the friendship they'd shared. She'd reminded herself once more to not get attached, that friends were simply weakness, and for a little while she'd almost convinced herself of that. Then she'd started hanging out with Innocentia. The tiny white feline was almost painfully obnoxious, and just as deadly as Senescence with a personality that couldn't be more different. The Proxy still tried to refuse to herself they were friends, moreover, she stamped down the idea that she cared for Innocentia in an entirely different way than Wendy. But that was a matter for her to fight over within the confines of her mind.

Rumor had it that a cat called Wendy had joined the League. Senescence had sent out Alexandria for surveillance, and grilled the feline on exactly what the newcomer was like. That confirmed it. This was Severine's sister. She found a certain amount irony, then, in the fact she'd sent Severine's granddaughter, a cat who Wendy didn't even know existed, had been the one bringing the information to her.

She heard the steps before she saw them, how could she not? The steps were a deathtrap, a rather loud one as well. When she saw the she-cat's face peek into the room, first focusing on the ground, then forcing herself to look up and meet the mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violet. Senescence lounged on the mantle today, the warmth of the heated stones soaking into her few. Strewn around were all her trinkets, collected from each and every place the League had lived in her lifetime. Skulls, claws, teeth, a few limbs and twoleg items. Grotesque, but not much of a surprise, really.

Looking into Wendy's eyes, she wasn't entirely sure what she expected to feel. There was no overwhelming sense of happiness, nor was there that void in her heart of uncaring disinterest. Rather, it was like something small had clicked into place, barely significant, but there, all the same. The rust and shadow feline gave a heavy sigh, resting her head on her paws as she simply watched the huntress for a few moments. "Why did you come back?" The question wasn't hostile, nor as dull as her tone usually was. It was a genuine question, though it did imply that she really should have stayed gone, for one reason or other.