[ Though he doesn't reply, Hilda thinks she understands that's what his nod is for. Quietly to herself she hopes that he never has to experience a battlefield of any kind. No one ever should. She grieves for anyone who does. Her expression doesn't change on her face however. ] 

Yes and no. 

[ She knows she should go on. That in itself isn't much of an explanation at all and she knows it; it's just that she doesn't feel like she has the right words for it. When she does there's a somberness to her voiceas if recalling all those times  ] 

The aftermath of one is. Although, you don't usually go back to a place you fought. There's always other land to defend, other places to march. There's not much time to give people a proper burial. [ Gronder Field suddenly comes to mind. ] I was just about to fight in a place just before I was brought here. But when we fought there as kids it was just a mock battle.