The question made her furrow her brow in confusion. She did- no, she should, but she didn't. It was all jumbled in her mind; a mix of Beauty and Ella. She had spent the night, hadn't she? She looked over her shoulder at the sliver of the blooming garden visible through the drawn curtains. Yes, she had.
She looked back at this witch, this intruder, this woman who was almost familiar to her. "I am a guest," she said, because it seemed to cover all possibilities. She kept her voice polite, but she also did not move her hand from the Beast's fur.