"Well that's good to hear! I tried to teach him how to look out for other people and I thought that the Jedi would only enhance the start I gave him." He clapped his son on the shoulder playfully as he motioned for them to follow him.
"Now come on in. Mom's out back." The home was circular in shape, but had a couple of branching hallways with doors open that revealed rooms of much larger size than normal settlements. It was apparent that Vol had done some work, Yerbol commenting:
"What'd you do, double the square footage of this place? Lysa and I barely had enough room to make it to the kitchen without bumping into stuff." 
"Saresh had always been very generous when she was governor of Taris, but even more when Chancellor. A few years ago she mandated a specific line of transport vehicles to bring us whatever we needed, hence-" He motioned to the brushed stainless steel facade of the cabinets in the kitchen, which was further on from the living room that greeted them when they entered. 
"Now wait a minute, I want to bring her in." There were two beige couches, one of which had stitching coming out of it, Yerbol chuckling.
"I did that. I think Lysa and I were horsing around and I tried to grab onto the couch and...well, it didn't work out." The seating arrangements were shaped in an "L", a monitor mounted to the wall facing the longer couch. The monitor was on mute, but displayed news coverage with subtitles at the very bottom in Basic. This time there was a feature story on the discovery of gang issues on Quesh and how said gangs were severely hampering the Alliance's efforts in mining resources. 
"Always someone there to make others miserable." Yerbol commented sardonically, casually examining the coffee table situated in the center of the room. 
"No scholarly magazines? Weird. Must've filed them all away...or Mom made him give them up." He expounded a bit more on the premise:
"Dad was a professor at Coruscant Academy for a long time. Taught Economics and Philosophy before marrying Mom and deciding he wanted to put into practice what he learned. 'Better to die knowing you made a difference than live knowing you never will!' Still kept up with the trade, though." A surprised gasp floated in from the kitchen, Yerbol's throat suddenly filling with what felt like a multitude of frogs. Vol beamed at the duo as he motioned to a woman about ten inches shorter than Vol, her shoulder-length hair a collection of light brown, red and grey, dark, piercing eyes looking over the two before she put a hand over her chest, face crinkling as tears ran down her cheeks. 
"My baby boy..." She croaked, approaching him and taking his hands in her own, squeezing them gently before embracing him.
"Hey, Mom." He whispered, the phrase the only thing he could muster as the emotional gravity of what was occurring washed over him. They stood there for a while, silently hugging before she withdrew. 
"I'm so happy you're alright." Her voice had a musical lilt to it, as if she were singing every other word. 
"Aria made sure of that." The mother hugged Aria as well, drawing her close as she said softly:
"Thank you, my dear." The making of a teasing smirk formed on her lips as she looked to her son. 
"It's nice to know someone is watching over him. I'm all too aware of what he can get into."
"Mom, you too?" Volgorl and his wife chuckled, the former placing an arm around his beloved and addressed Aria:
"Names are in order, aren't they? I'm Volgorl and this is my beautiful wife, Tabitha." She playfully slapped him on the chest.
"Don't worry about formalities around here. Life is too short for hierarchy to get in the way, so our first names will do." Vol added, Tabitha slipping away from her husband as she called out:
"You two just made it for tea. Sit down..." She took a backwards glance at her son.
"I think we have a lot to catch up on." 

So much was exchanged at the wooden table. Laughs, tears, sentiments, stories, all of it occurring over seemingly endless cups of tea that Tabitha magically synthesized. Much of the initial exchange came from Yerbol and Aria recounting their story, each getting supplemental questions and comments("Really? How did Bracknell manage to do that?!" or "Talking with a dead Sith Lord sounds like a horrifying prospect, but at least he helped you!") They had omitted Lysa's death, but his parents not asking made Yerbol uneasy. Did they know already? Or had they figured it out and they didn't want to talk about it in front of Aria? In either case, their conversation was of a positive tone, seeing as they had conquered "a threat to everyone, not just Force users" (Tabitha shared her theory that mass extinction of one race would only lead to mass extinction of others). His parents shared their expansion of the house, constantly fighting off the waning terrors of Taris and other minor stories that normally had the entire table laughing at one point or another. The dual paned window in the kitchen showed off a setting sun, Tabitha's verdant garden cast in a beautiful orange-red glow visible from the kitchen table thanks to the open back door. A silence came over the room after a quip from Yerbol about his father's hair, Tabitha finishing her tea before asking:
"How long are you two staying for? Surely you're going to have to go back out there." Yerbol shrugged, looking to his companion with a smile.
"I think Ari and I deserve a break...wouldn't you say, partner?"