[sighing, riptide clomps over to bee, sitting down next to where he is stuck in the drift.]

Your fuel tanks aren't weird and you're not the wrong version of anything, whatever that means. People shouldn't be telling you that.

[he looks down at bee, clearly concerned.]

I don't think how anyone has treated you the last few days has been entirely fair.

[riptide holds a hand out to bee, wanting to help him up.]