Johnn listened to her while she described her, and her world's infection. He knew of something like this, but even on his world, it was only in movies such as 'Night Of The Living Dead' and the like. Or of what Nero had told him while on his mutliversal adventures. A frown deepened on his face, he did not mean for the conversation to turn this way.
"I am sorry, Sophia." Something like this was never easy. His hand slowly reached out to her, but he stopped himself and laid it on the table about 3/4 of the way to her. Not our of fear or disgust, he was unsure if she wanted to be touched. But, his hand was offered, if she did.
"And.. I will do everything in my power to help Miguel discover the cure for you. I promise." Johnn's mind went to other places, perhaps Erandur? Or if a door opened to his world, and she was there, Cyran? She was an amazing alchemist. His frown turned in to a small reassuring smile as his eyes indigo color glew brighter than before. There were options, and he did not want to see Sophia suffer in anyway.