Xyshari. Lana.
When the whispers had started swirling around, Xyshari had instantly gone on high alert. She had defended people against a plague once before, but that plague was manufactured and was of the dark side of the Force, not an actual plague. She wasn't worried about herself - for the most part, she had kept herself healthy with the use of several Force techniques. She was more worried about her brother and her wife - her brother because he had never practiced the same technique to the extent she had, and her wife because she couldn't use the technique.
"It looks like the order to close spaceports is starting to go out," Lana said, looking up from her datapad as she lounged on one of the couches.