"Metamorphmagus," she corrected herself, wondering what she'd been thinking. "With the ..." She gestured toward her hair and face, though she knew it encompassed more than that. "Well, you know what they are, yeah?"
She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Tristan wasn't turned," she said. "His mum got infected while she was pregnant with him, and he's been a werewolf his whole life. I don't know if ... if it would be different, from the other side? Like if he actually fathered a child, if they'd have a chance of being a wolf, but he might've looked into that, so you could ask him."
She wondered a little what the answer to that would wind up being, and maybe she'd go pester Tristan herself about it. "I mean, not that he would be having kids, since he doesn't like girls like that, but ... that doesn't mean he didn't look into it," she amended.