[She doesn't respond immediately. That's a loaded question to Freya's ears; no one liked being told others liked them better in an altered state of mind. The younger woman makes a thoughtful hum, leaning back on her stool and glancing at the ceiling for a few moments before looking back at Anna.]

I'm sayin' to be grateful, not go full-hedonist just 'cause you know your time's limited. [God knows Freya wasn't. A pause, as she tries to phrase this right.] You should live doin' things you'd regret not doin' while you've got the chance, not cram things into what time you've got left from wallowing in fear or self-pity. That make sense?

[Freya's had plenty of reason to think hard on that, lately. She also avoided the question.]