Aria shifted uneasily in the seat as the topic abruptly returned to herself and Yerbol, and what they were going to do now that the True Sith's war effort appeared to be in full swing. This could get ugly, real quick.
"What do you think?" her father snorted, answering Yerbol's question with one of his own, which was quickly followed up with: "The Dark Council's in complete shambles. Divided between Bracknell's cronies and the rest of us that saw through his pompous speeches. It's no better than Tython, and certainly not a safe place to be running around trying to play the hero." another pointed glare was shot in Yerbol's direction. "You need to be somewhere Bracknell isn't going to find you. This will blow over sooner or later, and by then your abilities will be better trained." something about the tone of his voice told Aria that he would not be convinced otherwise on his current viewpoint. Of course, Aria was of mostly the same opinion...despite everything they had been through together since their fight in the tomb and their apparent bond, sticking her neck out for other people wasn't something she was used to nor something she wanted to make a habit out of.

Clearing her throat, she turned to face the young Knight again and supplemented the statement. "He's right you know...I mean, what are the chances any of the Masters are going to make it off Tython alive anyway?" she cringed, realising how callous the comment seemed after it had already come out. "This entire chain of events is OUR fault, if we hadn't found that star map..." she trailed off, hands knitted tightly together in her lap. "Bracknell had us imprisoned before we could even blink, never mind have a chance to fight back!" Aria's gaze hardened slightly, her shoulders tensing as she declared firmly. "I'm not gonna die for them, Bol."