“Can I help?” Miro heard a voice, and glancing up, he was surprised to see Killian enter the tent. Miro smiled wryly. “Do you know how often I hear those words?” “Not often, I’m guessing,” Killian said. Killian walked over to Miro’s desk and glanced down at the papers. “Let me assume something—and no insult intended: you’re swamped with detail.” “How do you manage?” Miro asked. He felt the loss of Beorn with a fierce hollow sensation in his chest. “I don’t know where to begin.” “Your problem is that you need to learn to delegate,” Killian said. “Once again”—he grinned—“no insult intended.”
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