Ren physically stiffens at the mention of her father and the thought of him walking in and finding her with a girl. There had been a few close calls over the years. Too close for comfort but Ren had always been careful, even before her change, to keep her tomcatting well away from the house. She couldn't have deal with the disappointment on his face were he to catch her.

"Aye. He wouldn't. But the spirits would." And so, came the root of Ren's paranoia. "It's one thing to carry on with lasses. To...be 'round them and do stuff with them. Takin' one as a mate, even here, the spirits would know." Ren sighed heavy, leaning forward and putting her head in her hands for a moment. She had already done too much. She'd already lost her sense to the temptation of soft lips and curves and now, now, she was thinking along lines she wasn't allowed to go down.

"The spirits witness everythin' we do." It was why the notion of being watched by the fey didn't bother Ren as much as it really should do. She was used to being watched by spirits. "A Garou is only as good as her name. Her deeds. What she does. Y'can hide things from other Garou but y'can't from the spirits. The see things, they tell your stories, they remember what you've done. It's all well 'nd good sayin' things don't count here. But I don't know that it swings the same way for me. The Fianna and Fair Folk. They've known each other a long time. I don't trust that what happens here won't get back. Won't ruin me life."