Aftermath

Even though Aragorn was huddled close to the fire, the cold would not leave his bones. He knew it had nothing to do with the temperature outside. He could not forget the look on the dying man's face. It had been very different to killing an orc, and so utterly senseless.
He leaned back into the comforting embrace of the other man.

“Do not be ashamed of your feelings, Aragorn,” Halbarad whispered, “It happens to all of us at some point of our lives.”

“To you as well?”

“Aye, on my first patrol.”

“Will you tell me of it?”

“Nay.”