"Hello, Keegan."

"Rosalynn, are you alright?" Keegan's voice was laced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Rosalynn replied, her lips tightening.

There was a pause on Keegan's end before he said, "I think I should let someone else handle the bidding for the museum in Skrix."

Rosalynn understood that Keegan was worried about her capacity to deal with work at the moment.