Bee hums thoughtfully. She can understand that. There are certainly a lot of bad people out there, enough for borrowers to worry over.

"I'm sure she knew what she was talking about," she says with a sage nod. "And that it was to protect you. But you're on your own now, aren't you? You might have to start trusting a few of us beans." She grins, tickled by his adorable slang. "We're not all so bad. And those of us who've come through the Rift, well, we've got to look after each other, haven't we?"

Bee's never met any harmful rifty-beans either, as it happens.