Chazaqiel wrapped Adina in a quick hug, relieved to see his daughter was in one piece and entirely blind to the fact that the cyclist wasn't.
The notion that perhaps Adina was the one at fault never once entered his mind. Why would it? She was his little girl, alone in a big city, and in her delicate state of health! The poor thing was so thin these days, a strong breeze might knock her over, to say nothing of a hundred-and-sixty-pound man barrelling at her at ten miles per hour! Besides, he'd seen the way cyclists liked to ride through the park, nearly been mown down himself a couple of times. It was plain as the nose on his face what had happened.
"You gave me the biggest shock just now, Addy! Thank-- um, I mean, um-- oh, I'm just glad you're okay! Some of these cyclists are absolute mongrels, no regard for public safety." He shot a look of pure poison at Adina's current victim, who could only gape back in horrified bewilderment. "When did you get here? How did you-- not that I'm not thrilled to see you! I just, oh, there's so much I want to show you! Are you staying long?" This, all said in a jumbled rush of excitement.