#Chapter 405 – Pillow plans

Ella I sigh, closing my eyes for a second. “I forgot all about the Atalaxians,” I murmur. “You’ve had a long day,” Sinclair replies, even though that’s not really an excuse. Not for a Queen, who needs to balance it all. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before opening my eyes and looking at him again. “What I want,” I say quietly, “is a big team to go solve a lot of the overarching problems with the refugees. Doctors, lawyers, social workers – anyone who can help us start to patch the big problems there, to get these camps functioning not as a holding space but as a system that helps people get back to their lives, or start new ones.” I think more on his question of how long I think this will take. “But once that’s done…” I shrug a little, “I won’t need such a big team, once that’s accomplished. But I still want systems in place that help people, and I want to run them. Would that be…possible?” “I think it’s very possible,” Sinclair says seriously, reaching out a han