The beautiful silver of Heka's boots reflected the shop's lamps with every step, drawing more than one glance from other customers who were not accustomed to seeing an Amazon in a place that sold cooking ingredients.
She ignored them out of long habit and followed Eric toward the section clearly marked for cooking ingredients.
When they had found a quieter corner between two heavy shelves, where the noise of the shop dimmed to a distant murmur, Eric turned to her with the same bright, practical energy he brought to most tasks.
"These are the side for cooking ingredients," he said, gesturing toward the neat rows of baskets and open sacks, each one labeled with careful characters. "You can start any time. Take whatever you think will work. We can adjust once we see the full selection."
But Heka did not move toward any shelves.
A disturbed expression settled over her face, drawing the lines of her features into something tighter and more guarded.
