[ Her name being called startles her and she pulls away from Marshy's face for a moment, blinking wet lashes confusedly at the horse. Her hands brush tenderly across Marshy's face as she pulls it towards her with a rather wet sounding sniffle. ]

Why do you sound like Sylvain?

[ Her confusion means that she doesn't immediately see Sylvain, never mind notice him. His footsteps are swallowed up in a blubbering sob upon hearing his voice and confusing it (somehow) for the horse being able to speak. Stranger things had happened in Abraxas, so why not a talking horse? Maybe someone had taught it how to speak. ]

You're so sweet for trying to make me feel better, but it's just not working. I miss him so much, but I can't just tell him that. Not after what I said.