Naturally, as he sat up and moved towards her she had to release her hold on his wrists and let him shift their position or risk ending up with uncomfortable muscle cramps in several different places. She huffed out a quiet breath as he broke the contact between their lips and moved along her neck, a soft shiver passing through her, a grumble of protest almost formed as even that contact stopped though her face flushed a light shade of pink as she seemed to catch on to what he was suggesting. Now wasn't the right time, she agreed.
“No, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t appreciate it, either.” she chuckled softly, falling quiet for a moment to consider the question he had posed to her. The suggestion caught her off guard somewhat, she hadn’t given it much thought recently (the thought had flitted through her mind on a few occasions while she had been out and about, sure, but she’d never stopped to REALLY think about it). So when he asked what she thought about it, she didn’t reply straight away, chewing her lip as she shifted to lie on her side next to him.
“Where would we go, though?” she regretted the question coming out the way it had as soon as she’d said it, noting the playfulness evaporating from his eyes and feeling his embarrassment prickling at the edges of her own mind. She tried to shush him quickly and rephrase it, but as Yerbol often did when he got nervous he began talking excessively.
“Yerb...shush...Bol...honey, stop!” she smirked back at him, finally succeeding in getting him to be quiet by placing her index finger gently over his lips. “Shh. I think it’s a good idea, I do. It’d be different, and exciting.” she smiled reassuringly, letting her head sink into the pillow on her side as well. Having their own living space would be a big step for them, that would give them a chance to take the advice Vol and Tabitha had been giving them over the past months and put it in to practise (as well as the freedom to consider such trains of thought without feeling self conscious); they had the ship of course but it certainly wasn't a good long-term living space. “I was just thinking well...we’ve got a lot of options about where to look, right? We could stay here on Taris or...go off world somewhere else nice.” her eyelids were drooping, exhaustion threatening to take over despite her eagerness to put her thoughts forward before sleeping. “S’long as it wasn’t a city planet...dogs would hate that.” the Tuk’ata could just be heard snoring outside their door, already fast asleep. She was starting to think that would be a good idea for them, too. “But we can think about that more later, when we’re not so tired…”
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It had been so long since her sleep had been disturbed by anything remotely like a vision that she had almost mistaken it for a nightmare (something she ALSO hadn’t experienced in years). It had begun as a tangled mess of feelings, sharp crippling pain that seared at her chest, lungs tightening as she struggled for breath, stumbling in the dark to search frantically for something that MUST be reached before it is too late...the pain subsided, the dark tunnel opening out to reveal a glittering span of glaciers as far as the eye could see. Red eyes, cold red eyes framed by a face of sickly blue pallor bored into her skull, the bloodlust and hatred those eyes reflected was frightening enough to pull her out of the dream. As the images began to fade, a familiar voice spoke, exhorting them to fulfill their destiny.
[i]You are the only ones that can. Come and find me, before it’s too late...they are coming.[/i]

Before she could ask for clarification, Aria’s eyes flew open. It was still dark, her throat was dry and her head hurt. Shifting again, she fumbled to turn on a light as she felt Yerbol moving beside her. Turning to face him again, she found his eyes widened, a sheen of sweat coating his face. Brushing his dampened hair gently from his forehead, the question she croaked out was: 
“You saw that too, right?” But what she had MEANT to ask was: “What do we do now?”. 

Aria cleared her throat as she half sat up, her own cheeks clammy as she ran her hands over her face, groaning. 
“It had to be Renso, but he seemed...fainter. Weaker.” the Sith Lord's presence had been so powerful the last time he had contacted them, but now all of that seemed to be slipping slowly away while Renso, wherever he was, desperately attempted to cling to his own existence long enough to reach out to Aria and Yerbol. 

After the initial shock of the experience had worn off, they had spent an hour or so in quiet thought together,  attempting to meditate and make sense of what they had seen. What had the vision meant? Who (or what) was this mysterious "they", and why was Renso afraid of them? Had they witnessed Renso's final moments before the ancient Sith Lord had passed and become a Force apparition? Either way, it had been clear enough what he had wanted.  Find Renso...how would they do that? A tomb, perhaps, like those that had been on Korriban? There were too many questions that they couldn’t answer on their own. They needed help, from the other Masters. With that concluded, Yerbol placed a call to Voldon and Kira as the sun began to peek over the hills, while Aria scrambled to gather up their belongings and both wondered how they would explain their rush to return to Zinuthra to his parents. Ironically, Aria thought, their plans to look into taking the first step out as a couple on their own would have to be put aside for an entirely different adventure into the unknown, if the images in the vision had been anything to go by.