After the rehabilitation session, she looked like she had something she wanted to say, so I braced myself and started talking with her. After some small talk and a short bit of silence, she apparently settled her thoughts, looked straight at me, and opened her mouth to utter her heavy words.

So... um.

A-... Actually...

You've been... taking care of me for so long... so, um. I wondered if there was something else I could help with, outside of my song... Uh.... Um... Could you... let me... work here at the workshop......!

I had been treating her as a "patient" this entire time, but now that her health had improved, and her sense of self-consciousness had returned, I'd finally come to realize that treating her that way had inversely made her feel like she was being a burden upon me. However...