No, they wouldn't have had the time to think about romantic attachments, would they? Too busy training, too busy studying, too busy with everything else other than cultivating close, personal relationships with other people. There had been times where Yerbol had envied the Sith in their ability to freely express their emotions, although when his boots hit the ground on a battlefield, he quickly remembered why a lack of restraint could result in a very, very quick death. Of course it wasn't like the Jedi frowned on displaying emotion, but as Aria had alluded to, "attachments" were frowned upon except in the rarest of occasions and even then Yerbol hadn't seen Jedi Knights or Masters pairing off for moonlit strolls. Padawans did, as he knew from personal experience...he grinned to himself upon recounting the experience in his mind. That had been an interesting year. For some reason he believed it would come up in conversation, but he wouldn't volunteer the information. After all, where was the fun in divulging every secret one had? 

Aria made herself comfortable next to him before asking about a subject that he and Lysa had debated about for nights on end. He blew out a sigh before responding: 
"We knew them for ten years, which is lucky, considering that most of the Jedi are either signed over by their parents at five yeasrs or younger. From what I understand, it's not a request, it's more of a 'Hey, your child has the potential to be a Jedi and we're taking him or her.' I think some parents might think it's a worthwhile sacrifice, but I know that a lot of them object. I've seen parents of Knights being escorted off of Tython in energy cuffs because they wanted to see their child no matter what the cost. The Council actually sent out a reminder about our relationships with our parents. They told us that we could have relationships with them AFTER we've become Knights." He snorted.
"A little too late in the process, isn't it? To think that we go our entire formative years without knowing our parents and then the shackles are just suddenly thrown off, like we could make up for the lost time because we're 'agents of righteousness'. Again, at least Lysa and I knew them." A smile crept to his lips.
"Mom worked at a bank. She took us there when we were younger because our Dad worked shifts somewhere that he called a "plant zone". Still don't know what that means, but because we lived on Taris, we assumed that meant he was doing some kind of agricultural work. He was into nature, you know? Had us outside planting what we could, digging our hands into dirt, reading about how different species needed different plants to survive, that kind of thing. And yes, before you say anything, we were actually able to plant stuff on Taris. We lived near the Republic base, which meant that we had access to basically the cleanest air, water, food and soil available. It's amazing what towering air purifiers can do to a residential complex." He chuckled, leaning backwards himself to where the two were laying side by side, his feet planted still on the floor of the ship. 
"But then we started doing stuff that was out of the ordinary. Lifting boxes into the air, pushing stuff with a flick of our wrist...that's when my parents called in the local Master stationed there. She looked at us for a few seconds before giving our parents the whole 'it's our duty to train the future protectors of the galaxy'. They gave us up, although my father couldn't say goodbye when we left. It was just mom that took us to the ship where the Master(Master Kelix) stood. That was the last time we saw either of them." He turned his head in her direction. 
"But I never lived with a Sith Lord...do tell what that was like."