[There is a long moment where she still doesn't quite get it, blinking back at the cat and then Caduceus, before the use of was really sinks in. And ah.

Ah, that means... gone in more ways than one.]

I suppose he got what he wanted, then. [Her expression doesn't change overly much, but the faint sag of her shoulders and the focus of her gaze somewhere in the vicinity of Caduceus' hands are tells enough. Oh, she'll miss him.] He reminded me of my husband, a little. Or... the boy my husband used to be.