Freyr raised his brows slightly. Makaria was getting deeper than he'd expected. "Better to make the most of things while you have them, then," he said, getting up from the table and nodding his head for her to follow him to the sofa, taking his tea with him. They could set up the chess set on the coffee table. "You sound like you have a healthy attitude towards it, which makes sense. I find myself rather more dreading it."
Of course, he was too well acquainted with it, even if it wasn't a "true" death. But the thought of suffering through it even one more time made his skin prickle.