Tegan woke late the next morning, alone, and sighed. Had it been a dream? She lay in the warmed bed for a while, unwilling to leave just yet. She wanted to remember the dream, live in it just a little longer. Finally, she sighed, and stretched deliciously, and paused. She was sore...<em>everywhere</em>. She blinked with realization and sat up n bed. It hadn't been a dream. She had actually summoned Rosuriel. And now he was gone.<br/><br/>Stifling the disappointment curdling in her gut, she stood, and shuffled towards the bathroom, nude, and closed the door silently behind herself, looking at the tile disenchantedly. Fixed. She turned on the shower, and washed herself quickly, trying not to think about how she was watching the only evidence she had of his existence. Next she dried herself, and moved downstairs, thinking steadfastly about cereal instead of the loneliness that settled in the middle of her back, radiating into her stomach.<br/><br/>He was gone. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she frowned, swiping at them angrily as she turned the corner to he kitchen, and stopped in her tracks. "R-Roe?" She squeaked, shocked to see him at her table, in all his naked glory. How was he still her, he sun playing over his skin, reading that damned book. He was supposed to be gone! Joy and fear, relief and worry and anger warred within her. What the hell was she supposed to do with a sex demon? When was he going to be gone? Would she go to sleep every night dreading his absence?