Well, it's just like you said. You're stuck this way, for better or for worse.

[He returns to her side, erring on the side of too-close-for-having-just-met, but trying to find the boundary that works for people — key word, trying. Truly, he's just a person who likes to be of service to others: if he can help a Monster ease into their transformation, he'd consider it a successful use of his magic as a Witch.

Henry raises his pointer finger.]

If it's that your feathers are too itchy coming in... or you can't stop catching cold with those hearty lungs of yours... or that your eyes strain from all you have to see... Maybe I can do something to make it easier? So you can find joy in being a Monster, and stop being unhappy about it.