Of course she could see how worried and scared Brendan was. Fable didn't blame him, either. She'd never heard of such a thing happening and she knew that if she woke up one morning and couldn't connect with the earth like she used to, she'd have lost it and she knew it. It was the one thing that still brought her peace and comfort in the wake of her husband's death, even before she knew what she was. She might not know what was going on with Brendan, but she'd be there for him.
Just seeing the way he reacted to Ainsley, she knew how thrown off he was. It didn't stop Ainsley from shrieking again, reaching out for him, and Fable held her back. "Not now, sweetheart, Brendan's got a lot on his mind," she said, kissing the baby on the cheek. Not that Ainsley would understand what was going on - did Brendan smell different to the little wolf? Fable would think not, but she'd have to ask the Morrisons how that sort of thing worked. If, for example, she did smell like an earth, not like some other type of supernatural. Another thought for another time.
Coming inside, she set the diaper bag down on the couch, following Brendan in. "I wouldn't worry so much about the why right now," she said gently, "it'll only drive you crazy thinking about all of the possibilities and we have no way of tracking down answers right now." She'd start researching later, when the baby was up all night and sleep wasn't an option, but right now? She was taking care of Brendan. "For now, I think you should just take it easy. And focus on not using any of your abilities, if you can." Easier said than done when it was a part of you, and she knew that, but it was the only answer she had at the moment. "Do you have any tea? Or anything to drink?" The motherly side of her had kicked in, hardcore, and she wasn't going to apologize for it.