"How the werewolves aren't really like that," she said promptly. "I'm Lily. This is Tristan. But I'm not the Lily who's been here forever. I'm her granddaughter."
"I'm a werewolf, too," Tristan offered with a grin, lifting his free hand in a slight wave. "Nice to meet you." He glanced down to Lily. "Did you tell him your mum was dead?"
"No. I said if she had been. She's still fine. Still divorced but still fine." She rolled her eyes in a 'now look what you've started' sort of way to John. Though then she wondered if he and Tris would get on; Tristan was awfully fond of 'your mom' jokes.