He actually wasn't a typical palm reader. He didn't read a lot of specific things and like any good student who paid any attention he could list off her qualities by looking at the state of her heart and life lines and the plumpness of the mounds of her hand. That wasn't what seemed important to say at the moment though.
What he was reading was her magic, the way it buzzed hot around her, the colors it gave off, where on her palm it seemed to escape the most. Sometimes it brought visions to him, too and these were what he tried to channel the most for a quick and sucessful read.
But every image in his head was either some blonde witch he had never seen before, a baby boy, or Marcus Flint which really threw him off. He furrowed his brows.
"Are you a mother? I don't... I mean, do you have a child? Or maybe a young brother?"