Tara felt slightly crestfallen when she realized that Father Corvin was not in.  She took the time in the emptiness to explore, though.  Her fingers ran over one of the open books.  She knew she was invading the Father's privacy somewhat, but it was uncommon for him to be gone for long periods at night.  She settled onto his bed her eyes heavy  It had been a long day, and she was tired, but she was also looking somewhat forward to seeing the man who saved her over and over again.<br/><br/>As Tara got comfortable, she removed her disguise, the robes she wore falling to the floor beside the be.  She curled her feet under her as she pulled the bow out of her hair, letting it fall completely loose around her barely clad body.  She wore only silk and lace underclothing, pulling a blanket up over her.  It was comforting to be in a familiar bed, the familiar, and missed, scent of Father Corvin on his sheets  She smiled slightly, shuddering at the memory of the many things she had done in this very bed, of the many things Father Corvin enjoyed indulging in.<br/><br/>Settling back into the bed, Tara flipped the book open, her weary eyes running over the page.  She was so tired that she only absorbed about one word out of every three, but she had thought she might be able to stay awake to wait for Father Corvin.  She smiled at the thought of seeing his face when he found her in his room.