Request and Reconciliation

"It still hurts," Richard muttered, wincing as he touched the bandage wrapped around his forehead. He eased into a chair, bracing himself for what would be the most significant shopping trip of his life.

As he poised to begin, a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Come in," Richard called out.

The door swung open, revealing one of his Chief of Staff, Graves, standing in the doorway. His face bore a concerned expression.

"Sir, I heard that you were injured during the wave. Do you feel better now?" Graves asked.

"I am," Richard replied and continued.  "But there's still work to be done."

Graves nodded in understanding. "I can see that."

"So why did you come here? Do you need something?" Richard asked.