Now that she was left alone while Yerbol disappeared off somewhere into the complex, Aria found that sleep elluded her. After tossing and turning for a while, she finally gave up and resorted to trying to sort through her racing thoughts. In such a short space of time, she'd been offered the escape she had wanted since she had killed her mother, and by the people she had been taught to despise all her life no less...Her throat tightened with panic that she had to fight down by reminding herself of the code she'd been taught by her mentor. [i]Peace is a lie, there is only passion; through passion I gain strength...[/i] she would agree to help the Jedi, if only to get what she needed out of the deal. If she could see this through then she could give them both the slip, make for Nar Shaddaa or somewhere similar, and drop out of existence forever. As far as the Dark Council would know she would have died on the mission given to her by her father and the Jedi...well, they'd never go after her again would they?

She hadn't been expecting the window to swing outwards on the rusty latch as she braced her weight against it and the acolyte barely caught herself in time to avoid tumbling out of it and onto the debris-strewn ground outside. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the surprised squeal, looking up as she heard footsteps in the hallway. Peering around the door confirmed that they belonged to a puzzled Yerbol.
"I couldn't sleep." she mumbled awkwardly, clearing her throat and shuffling her feet, "I'm uh...not used to having windows that open. Sorry if I...I woke you." Aria apologised quickly, not sure whether he was just coming back from wherever he had been or she had in fact disturbed his rest.