“Nah.” Snowheart sat down beside her and took off her nurse’s cap and hair net, then shook her mane down. “I’ve been working with Screwy for five years now; she’s almost like a daughter to me. And every day it seems the same, every time I have to re-explain something and every time she has a relapse I think to myself that it isn’t working, that I’m not doing any good, that she’s not making any improvements.