[She can pick up what he's putting down. These 'wights' seem more unnatural than ferals, but that could be her own bias. Mops is troubled, sympathetic.]

I see. I'm sorry you've had to go through that. You're lucky in one sense - the plague was airborne, impossible to contain. Every feral spread it just by breathing. Eventually it was everywhere. If not for that, ferals just don't have the intelligence to have leaders or make plans, or even use tools, so they're limited in that respect.

[Needless to say, she's not infectious. May not have been even before she was cured, actually. Even newly born to cured parents, modern humans have the black blood, big grasping hands, and animal hunger of ferals. It's genetic now, not something the disease does to them.]

There could be, but it may be outside of your capabilities. It's outside of mine. Your wights are... dead people, you say?