Artemisia
“Missy?” I stop biting the nail of my thumb as Astrid calls me, tearing me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Are you alright, dear?” She asks me as she leans into my line of sight.
I realise where I am, looking around me lost as I look for my files. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I was pensive because I was still thinking about how we were going to organise everything with the escort cars.”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. The warriors will be driving the jeeps, and I will drive the little bus with the children,” she giggles, making me smile.
“You are a superstar, Astrid,” I sigh with relief.
I’m about to get up as she holds me by my forearms, looking at me worriedly. “Are you sure that you are okay? We went through this already this morning, and you look a bit pale.”
“Sure, sure! I’m
