Elena turned a little when Damon sat up beside her, draping his arm around her shoulder. Whatever sleepiness she had been feeling only a few moments earlier had completely dispersed now, although her head still felt thick and fuzzy, and not in a good way.
"Damon," Elena said, her wide, brown eyes slowly lifting from the ring on her finger to meet Damon's gaze. "Please tell me we did not do what I think we might have done..." She paused for a moment. "And why am I remembering drag queens... and Elvis."
Elena's head fell forward, the pieces starting to slot together in her mind. "Oh my god, Damon." She lifted her hands to rub at her eyes, just to make sure she was really awake. She could feel the ring moving on her finger as she did so. "We did, didn't we?"