Helen treating Jon like a little monster kitten. Dragging it statement givers because of course he doesn’t know how to hunt it’s too little. She isn’t even discouraged when it turns down her food, it’s just a picky eater she’ll find something it can’t resist.

Helen knows what the baby needs, she’s the much bigger monster. Carrying it around because the second she looks away it gets in trouble. Poor thing, practically skin and bones before she decided it was hers.

It’s the runt, and clearly no one taught it when to use its claws. It lashes out at her scratching and biting at what wants to help. It’s okay she has much bigger claws. She knows that it just needs guidance, needs its mama.