Katarina set the basket of vegetables by the sink and proceeded to wash them. Still shy, Sekhmet wandered over as well, wanting to feel helpful, considering how much she was intruding upon their home at the moment. “Is there anything that I could do to help, possibly?”
The older woman smiled at her guest, offering her the carrot which she was currently washing. “Sure! If you’d like to help me wash these vegetables, I’ll go check on the soup and bread.” As soon as Sekhmet took over the washing, the mother dried her hands on the towel by the sink and walked over to the stove, lifting a lid off a large cast-iron pot. The warm, rich smell of stew rose from the pot and wafted through the house, making Sekhmet’s mouth water simply at the scent. It was unlike the smell of any other food she’d ever had in her life, but she didn’t need to be familiar with it to know that it smelled delicious.