"My non-patients appreciate it more," she laughed softly. "I have two patients who aren't mine that I buy coffee for every morning at Starbucks because they hate the hospital taste, and I pay one of them in bags of salt to get her to bless my office to get rid of bad karma... Another not-my-patient's been borrowing my iPod for a month now..." She shook her head, grinning. "I feel like the den mother or something... I love it. They're all here because somebody cast them out, you know? Even the ones that have really good families waiting at home for them, they're here because somebody couldn't deal with their issues. I just want to make them feel like they're still loved, like they're not broken or whatever. Not beyond saving."
She shrugged, then laughed. "Sorry. I know I'm preaching to the choir here. Are you done with your muffin? You should come see my office or something."