Tara's eyes roamed for a moment toward the temple, and she felt herself shudder slightly.  Something about Alex's words made her uneasy.  She looked back up at the young man.  She had a few fond memories of him, most of them terribly inappropriate for a woman of faith.  There was something different about him now.  The boy had begun to grow out of his childish innocence, and it drew her to him.  Still, she had an illusion to maintain.<br/><br/>She listened as spoke to the Knight, offering him the welcome of the temple.  She smiled inwardly, the idea of trying the same tricks with the knight as she had Father Corvin and his young acolyte, but her attention returned to young man and she found that the idea faded.  She felt a twinge of pain and sorrow when she thought of Alex's father missing and she could not help herself, moving forward she rested a small hand on his arm.<br/><br/>"I will pray for the return of your father, Alex, and if there is naught that my talents can do to help  . . . I would put them in your hands for your use."  She knew that young Grayson would understand the basest part of her offer, but somehow she felt that she was offering more.  She pulled her hand away though, never letting the illusion of the modest young nun slip away.  No one but Alex would know any better . . not yet at least.