Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

"That's true - I am not dead yet," Wraen agreed calmly, not wishing to continue the subject of her own mortality. It was not as if she thought about it every day or let it influence her often, but at times the idea that her life was coming to a close was scary. She was not afraid of death as such so much as she was of not existing anymore. 

"An interesting way of seeing it. I had never thought that you may have the best day of your life and not realize it at the time," she mused, wondering, how many such days she had missed without knowing. It was not easy to make an exact tally, because her mind was wired to return to the every day she had felt very happy and content. Such as the feeling of oneness with her sister, when they explored together. Or "hagging around" with Towhee and Niamh in the bog. Several little moments that counted. 

"I would not want to change a single thing, because each one of them - both pleasant, sad or ugly - have made me, who I am now," Wraen told him smiling. "I would not want to change being me for anything," she added. "What is your greatest fear?"