She wouldn't have let the children in, honestly, but Fiadh's the one feeding them. That means Fiadh's word is final, isn't it? Still, Dimitri watches anxiously and keeps her eyes locked on Aisling's feet. If the girl gets too close, she'll gently move her back. Gently. Gently. She makes a point to make it gentle and not to give into the rattling demon in the back of her skull saying that she should do worse, much worse, if even a hair on the pups' hide gets hurt.

Because that's a demon talking, and this is Fable's daughter, and she wouldn't intentionally hurt the babies. She might accidentally hurt them, and that means gentle corrections.

Dimitri doesn't know how to talk to kids, honestly. She's not really sure how she's going to talk to her own children. If they're anything like her, these girls will all be hosts and magicians in enough time. And as for Aisling and Lugh, well, might as well be honest. "Don't get too close. They're very fragile." She even positions herself close to Lugh and Aisling in case anything does happen. "All wolves are that small, you know. Even your mother was that small once. Fiadh and I, and you two, too." She forces a smile. "They'll be as big as you some day."