Silverlight Terrace She wanted me to let down my guard

Hahaha hooo boy did she feel like a flaming garbage dump.  She slept fitfully, vaguely aware of her head pounding.  It was only when Siarut moved that the sunlight hit her eyes, and she loosed a weak and irritated whine.  When she opened her eyes they were narrow slits, her vision blurry as the sunlight reflected bright off of her companion's white pelt.

Wait, what?

She couldn't remember the previous night, why she was here and not home, and a little irritably she wondered if she had finally figured out what had made her burn and fret and just couldn't remember it.  That would be lame.

More pressing was, What happened?