Sounds of someone in distress naturally call Corrin's attention, because that's just the kind of person she is. When she hears someone panicking, she approaches, kneeling down near where Sylvain is.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. Don't panic." She offers. "We're not in any immediate danger, I don't think. Are you hurt?"

Asks the woman who was proooobably just killed by a magical arrow through the chest and is seemingly no worse for the wear.