[Claude, Petra, Sylvain, and Hilda. And Felix at one point, but he's gone now. Marianne takes a few moments to process the information, falling quiet as she turns the names and implications thereof over in her head. Sylvain's playful wink goes entirely unnoticed as a result, even as she does appreciate the welcoming nature of his words.

Finally, she speaks up.]

I'm sorry, this is a lot to process.

And... um... shouldn't you hate me? We fought on different sides at Gronder Field, and...

["You might have died there," she doesn't say. She really wishes she knew for sure if he had or not.]