"Who's the immature brat now?" she retorted. Then it sunk in, a bit slowly at first, as she fiddled with the ring she'd always worn, now maybe becoming a gradual bit tight on her middle finger (or perhaps that was edema, from a century of keeping her hand up with the power of a goddess pouring out of it) that she wasn't a princess anymore and really hadn't been since the Calamity.
"If you're going to be pointing out my advancing years," she said, injecting the bit of snark she could into her tone, "you'll remember I'm not a Princess anymore, and haven't been for a century."