There's not much left that can make her blush, but she feels her cheeks heat up just a little. The way he's looking at her while she's doing something so patently ridiculous-- well it's a lot.

"I think it's both," she says decisively. "There was a girl-- a young girl, and you got involved because you wanted to save her. But you did something reckless and ended up in danger yourself-- so this is for you, and for her. I keep thinking the swords look like bars-- maybe you were caught? And the wands--"

Her hand drifts across the spread, skipping the still-mysterious sun, and she touches the eight of wands softly.

"There's something else significant here. Eight... sticks? pipes?" She frowns at it. "Arrows, maybe? Eight and nine both seem like significant numbers."

But she can't tell him why. This is where her explanations fall apart-- she's doing this by feel rather than according to rules, not even nonsensical rules.

"And then there's this." She taps on the Sun, as though her irritation will transform it into a more sensible card.