"Not afraid of them," she said patiently. "Tristan. 'cause he's a werewolf. And I'm not afraid of Tristan," she countered. She'd been part of the Bow Brigade the first night he'd been allowed to stay in the castle in his fur.
"S'long as he takes his potion, he's fine. Just like having a big puppy wandering around."
Lan had been browsing some books behind Brenna, and he grinned, amused. He'd have to let Tris know he had a fan club, or something. A fan club who thought of him as a big puppy. Wondering if it was worth sticking around to continue eavesdropping, he pretended to be completely absorbed in the herbology books in the section he was in.