In all honesty Nepeta had been genuinely alarmed when she first read the note. As it held nothing of Kanaya's quirk she couldn't tell who it had come from until she studied it further. Kanaya, she was certain that is who it belonged to, and once she saw the familiar clothing inside it further cemented the idea.

The young girl---young woman, really, at this point gently took the attire out to examine it. It looked exactly like Disciple's trademark outfit with some...very pointed differences. Doubtless Kanaya wanted her to wear this. Nepeta wasn't certain she had the bravery to--especially in front of someone she had long since begun to harbor flushed feelings for but she didn't want to ruin whatever plans Kanaya had. Kanaya had tapped into what was simultaneously one of her best and worst traits--her curiosity, and she couldn't turn away from such a mysterious invitation.

So after giving herself a good scrub in the shower, and carefully styling her now very long hair, Nepeta donned on the clothing and carried the note with her so that she may follow the directions. Much as Kanaya had expected, she had no trouble with any and all creatures she came across (though it did ruffle her hair out of the bun she had meticulously wrapped it up in).

She was beginning to wonder just what this was all about when she finished scaling a hill and caught her first glimpse of the lair that Kanaya had created. Her breath caught in her throat. What was this? Nepeta had traveled all throughout the outlands over the years and she had never seen this before.

For a moment she just stared in wonderment, a soft breeze blowing her hair back and began to descend towards it.