Tara woke from her very short sleep with a whimper and a groan.  Her body ached practically all over.  Father Corvin had not been gentle on her after her long absence, and she was reminded strongly of her penance as she sat up.  He was already up and moving, and put of the room.  Pushing her mass of tangled red hair over her shoulder she rose to collect her robes from where she had left them, pulling them on with a hiss.  She had forgotten how zealous her savior could be.<br/><br/>Tara found a brush in her pack and she ran it through her hair, though it did little to make her look better.  She tied the long locks up, the movement that raised her arms making her cringe, and then she set out for the kitchen.  The path from father Corvin's room to the kitchen was like a memory written on her muscles, and even half asleep she found the kitchen in no time.  She was surprised to see Dhomus standing guard at the door to her destination.  With a slight blush, Tara raised her chin at the man.  He was one of the few that knew who she really was  . . . at least in part.  She stopped before him, looking up at the thick shouldered figure.<br/><br/>"Good morning Dhomus, does the temple kitchen serve the guards now too?"  There was no impertinence in her tone, in fact she sounded a fraction more docile than she had at any point the day before.  It was a common side effect of her time with Father Corvin, though not a lasting one.  She did not bother to wonder if Dhomus could tell what the night had held for her, all she really cared about at the moment was food- and he was in the way.<br/><br/>"As he greeted her and explained his presence, she slumped slightly, barely swallowing a whimper.  She did not feel up to meeting the sheriff just yet, but it didn't look like she had any choice.  She nodded slightly and thanked Dhomus for allowing her to fill her belly first, reaching out a small hand to rest it on his wrist.  The touch was a subtle one, something that could be seen as modest by passerby, but that would be something else to someone her knew her truth.<br/><br/>Moving past Dhomus, she collected some food and sat at a table, urging herself to sit strait and to look not quite so . . beaten.  She took to her plate of bacon, eggs, and toast with vigor, and when she was done some of her color had returned and she didn't look quite so much as though she were wilting.  Rising to her feet once more, she placed her plate in its designated area and returned to Dhomus, brushing a loose strand of hair behind and ear ,and she smiled a little.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  She said once more.  She wasn't up to par yet, but she felt much better.