Elias frowned as he did not recognize the shape that his Perception was showing him, but a faint hint of recognition was in his mind. Rather than think of where this memory was coming from, he padded to the door of the kitchen and opened it.
The kitchen was warm, the hearth burning with that fuel-less flame that formation arrays provided, and standing before it was a woman so short she barely reached the counter. She was stirring something in a pot, some kind of porridge, rich with what smelled like honey and nuts, while on a nearby stone slab, strips of meat sizzled next to slices of bread that had been browned to perfection.
She turned at the sound of the door, and Elias recognized her; it was the woman from the oasis. She had crawled through a mound of bodies to kneel at his feet.
