"So none of them want to believe it's their own kid?" Even if Michael pretended, that wasn't the same as accepting the child, and that just hit Nate somewhere in his gut. "It sounds like Michael's handling it the best." He squeezed her slightly. "Sounds like a better way of telling which way to go than the cards."
He tilted his head. "It'd be a wakeup call, if folks heard about it. They endangered your baby, because they could've given you potions that'd be bad for it. Not to mention not making sure you had the right nutrition." He made a face. "Except St. Mungo's has gone utterly mad, and they likely wouldn't listen to a word you said. Have you found a healer for your baby outside of there?"