Anger and indignation were old hats to her. There wasn't a thing she hadn't heard so she just gave the mortal a level look. "He is right. And you are not the only one who only has so long left. There are others who are now finding out that in a few meager months, they will be no more. Except I am not telling them. Doctors are. This is much the same." At least to her mind.
She looked at Azreal, "now you know why I remain distant. Mortals are finicky around knowing." She paused, "And I am everywhere. Knowing what you have is limited should change little."
"I should offer a warning. Malak al-Maut cares for you. He will not stop me, even if he wished to and even if he tries."