"As you wish." Names held all the power in the world. To know a name gave an attachment to the soul and confined a creature to its response. Kennet typically called all creatures that were not human by their full first names, while humans and witches, who's first names held little meaning any longer, became referred to by their surnames. If the unique and lonely bird wished to be referenced in such a way, Kennet would respect that.
"Nor would we wish for them to be, the modern audience prefers to hide behind their computer screens to watch such acts rather than experiencing them in real life any longer." The Djinn watched centuries of humans learning the arts of surgery with much interest to see such things displayed in real life, but to have the stomach for it had been a necessity, where it was in the current state unnecessary for the observer to need to realize the actions they watched were real and could more easily handle the situations because of it.
"It will be done. You will find a clinic for you at the front gate of the Village so it is a safe area for the employees away from customer's eyes." A nod of his head pointed to the direction of where the clinic would appear overnight, much like the living trailers did upon the signing of the contract. "It will be sterilized by use of wards rather than the uncertain technology of humanity. Not that I assume sterilization will be necessary for the injuries our employees will receive." Kennet nodded. "A list would be appreciated and I would suggest speaking with one of the apothecaries for extra things your human learnings might not granted you access to."
With her last question, Kennet paused. The smallest of smiles turned the corner of his lips. "Seeing after patrons is an unnecessary task, you are here for the human employees first. If you wish to extend your gifts to the patrons a separate tent will be set up for you, but understand that our patrons do not always end up making it home after the night.
"If they do make it to a first aid tent for some reason you may be dealing with the smallest of situations where our employees have needed to feed but did not kill and a separate version of the reason for their ailment will be necessary." A business tone pointed out that the Ringmaster cared very little for the patrons, as much as they were fundamental to the continuation of the Cirque. His one and only goal, with the emotionless, cool gaze of a crocodile, had ever been keeping his employees safe- from outsiders and each other.
"I hope you are okay with that understanding. Though it too might not always be the case as humans seek first aid for hydration and the like that might not be our doing."