Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

Here we go. 

I believe this belongs to you, with a dry swallow, Wren nudges the little girl towards her father with a gentle paw. It hurts to look him in the eyes, but she tries to. 
She followed me outside of the borders. Tried to tell me I was... sick, and needed to come home. she can't seem to hold back the chuff of laughter, a little shake of her head blowing off some of the lingering annoyance. Shuffling her weight from left to right, she bites down on her lower lip. Anything to dull the emotional pain of embarrassment she was about to feel. 

God, this sucks.
I, um, she gestures to herself with a paw. She was sure he very well already knew what was going on with her body with the look on his face, and the thought of saying it directly to him made her skin crawl. Instead, she shrinks down. well, I'm not pregnant.