[Marianne, at least, is from immediately after the fighting. Even Claude is from far in the future, as far as she's concerned. Later, Marianne will learn that she's separated from other people from Fódlan not just by time, but by differing events as well. But for now, this seems... well, impossible.

Then again, being summoned to a new world seemed impossible up until a couple of days ago.

Marianne turns in the tub to face Hilda, eyes searching for some sign that this is a joke. She doesn't find it, and really some part of her knew that she wouldn't. This isn't something to joke about, and Hilda wouldn't be so cruel besides.]

You don't remember Fort Merceus? Or Enbarr? Or anything that came after?

[She frowns a little, trying to consider the implications before deciding that they don't matter right now. Marianne can deal with that later, on her own. So instead, she takes one of Hilda's hands and gives it a gentle squeeze.]

I can imagine how stressful that must have been for you, being pulled away at such a crucial moment.