Sophia closed that last quarter with her own hand. First touching his knuckles with her own, before trailing the gaps between his fingers with her own. In a way that was almost distracted. "You, and Miguel are the only ones that know now. There used to be more, but they're gone now. I'm not in any rush to find a cure, because I'm not in any rush to die. It's something I've lived with knowing for almost ten years." She didn't know the whys, or the where did it come froms, all she knew that all the people in her world, as far as she knew, had it.
"So me telling you is more... well..." Her cheeks began to color. Before she cleared her throat and self consciously pulled back her hand just a little bit. More aware of him, and what she had been doing, than she had been moments ago. "It's not transmittable that I know of. It was thought that it was at first, because people usually got really sick and turned after a bite or a scratch, but it's an infection that the Walkers have that passes through bites and scratches, that's unbeatable because it moves so quickly."