"It is not my intent to deny anyone medical care if necessary," Rose said, shaking her head. "I have a feeling the patrons will be the ones more frequently in need of it, anyway." She also had a feeling her days and nights would be frustratingly empty if she didn't fill them with work as much as she could. She was used to twelve-hour days, if not more, and though her routine had been in flux while she was on the run, she'd still been active for roughly the same ratio of hours. Now that she was back with a job, she wanted to be working, not sitting around waiting for employees to come to her. "There's always someone who gets sick on a Ferris wheel or falls and scrapes a knee."
She didn't argue about the method of sterilization. She knew firsthand what magic could do, but that wasn't going to stop centuries' long sterilization habits formed by her education. The cleaner she worked, the better for everyone. Her eyes narrowed slightly at mention of other employees' intended snacks making it to her facility. "I can only heal physical injuries of the body," she pointed out. "I may be able to give a patient another story, but if they've already seen what there is to be seen, I have no means of influencing that."