"Need a walker, grandpa or think you can keep up with me?" she asked as she began to walk backwards to face him. "I'm on my way to being as old as you, unfortunately." She might still have the "teen" part attached, in a few days Cissnei would be twenty.

Joy. She'll be sitting on a rocker crocheting or whatever it was that old people did. Cissnei shuddered at the thought of being useless. She'd rather die in combat that die old.