Aria chuckled, rolling her eyes a little at his insistence that he hadn't been thinking of things in that way, but politely refrained from pressing the topic any further as they made their way into the ship's guest quarters; which were, as it turned out, just as freezing cold as the rest of the ship. She wondered how the woman still had all of her fingers intact with how biting the chill was. As Yerbol disappeared off to freshen up and change into fresh clothing, she busied herself with sorting through her own possessions with the view of doing the same thing. While they had been on the run it had been kind of hard to notice (because they were generally focused on running away from people who were trying to kill them, the weird visions they had experienced, and trying to catch up to Soto and Bracknell), but in the enclosed spaces of the ship's hallways the odour that clung to their clothes and skin from the previous days' exploits had become rather....pungent. 
She sat back on her heels at the foot of the bunk for a moment, wondering if the overall cold atmosphere on the craft would be reflected in the temperature of the water, too. But she didn't hear Yerbol screaming or cursing after a while so hopefully that was a good sign. At least there WAS hot water. 

She had just shut the footlocker after placing her lightsabers and the holsters she used to keep them out of sight in her sleeves inside, and was in the process of yanking her feet out of her boots when Yerbol returned, sounding more refreshed if a little wearier than he had been a few minutes before. He made mention of the cramped nature of the amenities, to which she responded with a smirk. "As long as the water's hot, I don't particularly care if I can turn around or not." she rose to her feet again, unclipping the charcoal black cloak from around her neck and draping it over one arm. "Besides, I think I'll manage, I am smaller than you after all."
Aria had begun to make her way past him to get changed herself when the young Knight's question stopped her. 

"Well, that depends how you look at it, I suppose." an amused chuckle followed by: "After all, they don't exactly preach 'thou shalt not give in to thy emotions', although they do frown upon unnecessary...attachments." without realising it, she pulled a face as she uttered the word, probably another product of repeated conditioning in the Academy to remind their acolytes of how such things could hinder one's path to power. She smirked again, the amusement at the next statement not quite reaching her eyes as well. "Then of course there's the fact that my dad kind of has a 'hands off unless HE says so' policy, which kind of overrides whatever anyone else had to say on the matter. I could have tried, I suppose, if I'd wanted to but most of them are-" she had to pause to correct herself, remembering that most of the others on Korriban had likely met the same fate as the Jedi Padawans by now, "-were...too afraid of him to risk getting too close to me. There's only so much sneaking off you can do to see people you 'shouldn't be associating with' before you get caught, I wouldn't have said it was serious enough to call any of it a 'relationship', it was more like just messing around." Her shoulders lifted and then dropped again in a shrug. "Guess I never thought too seriously about it either." with that, she excused herself for the next few minutes to rid herself of the various offensive smells so neither of them would feel like they were spending the night in a room with one of the tomb beasts, or worse.

When she emerged shortly after, she was dressed in a similarly dark-coloured outfit (did the Sith Academy issue anything but black or off-grey? Apparently not, perhaps because they wouldn't want their rising acolytes to look anything less than fearsome, which any other colour choice would have been dubbed?), the underclothes less close-fitting than the ones she discarded along with the cloak, and as a result no doubt, more comfortable. She plopped herself down beside him, folding her arms behind her head to create a makeshift rest. Aria let out a quiet breath, looking to Yerbol again with a question of her own. 
"Alright then, if we're doing questions, I have to ask: did you and Lysa ever actually know your parents? The Jedi don't let you contact them, do they?"