She follows Lucina's gaze at her exclamation, eyes widening in surprise. That was her name on the grave, was it not? Dahlia glances between Lucina and the marker, a frown on her lips as she considered the possibility that perhaps Lucina was, well, dead. It makes her wonder if she had risen from this grave and simply forgotten such, but then how was she breathing? How was she alive, standing next to her?

There must be another explanation.

"This can't be..." She starts, finding that the right words are escaping her. "Maybe it's not what it seems."