Look I’m just thinking about. Jon trembling and soaking wet as helens dangerously sharp hands explore every inch of changed bone and flesh. Laughing at him for really giving up his bones like that. “I worked hard on those, you know!” And he chuckles like her hands aren’t tearing him open like they’re not monsters but is it his fault when it just feels so good and with this she morphs him willingly, teasingly, push and pull until there’s nothing left of the human jon and all that’s left is this Jon. But this Jon is full and he isn’t targeted and he’s able to survive and hold his own. He’s a monster but Helen is too. He’s a monster but at least they can look out for each other.