"Silverline, are you alright?"
A voice echoed from a distance, sharp with concern. A girl hurried toward them, her expression fierce as she skidded to a stop beside the girl Ebipade had bumped into, who he now assumed was Silverline.
The newcomer's gaze zeroed in on Ebipade, her expression fiery and unyielding. "Hey, watch where you're going!" she snapped, crossing her arms defiantly. "What if Silverline was seriously hurt? What would you have done then?" Her words cut through the silence, and Ebipade raised a brow at her intensity before glancing back at Silverline, who seemed a bit uncomfortable with the scene unfolding.
Taking a steady breath, he spoke, his tone calm but hurried. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, but I don't have time right now—I need to find my brother."