There is no cure for age

The old Warlord held tight to Andromeda, knowing that of all his children, Andy would be able to handle this conversation without losing herself. Perhaps it was selfish of him to lay it on her, but these days it was all he could think about - what he was leaving behind, and how his family would manage it.

“I love you too, little star” He told her gently. “That would be perfect, thank you” He trusted her to be able to do it fairly. “I don’t have much left to organise now, before I pass the pack on to Basilisk. I’m going to head to the Hallows for a season or two to allow him time to find his paws without me”