Yerbol nodded.
"Of course. She seemed like a woman that wanted to see you succeed and be happy." He laughed for a moment before adding:
"Although I couldn't really imagine you being a Senator. I think you would've gone into your first debate, argued your points, then punched the other guy out for not agreeing with you...not to say that isn't a good way of handling politics." He shook his head before leaning up on his elbows, looking down at her as he continued:
"You know, wherever your mother is now, I think she'd be proud of what you're doing. I hope that you'll be able to see her again...and not have to wait ten years for a reunion, although it might take half that time to take down the Sith." He sat up fully now, scooting forward with his hands to make sure that his head didn't hit the top of the bunk, resting his knees on his elbows. 
"You know, for being raised by a politician and a Sith Lord, you've turned out pretty ok. At least, from what I've seen. There may be a TOTALLY other side to you that I'm not aware of...like one that snobbily looks over coffee beans to make sure they're roasted properly or one that pours over the latest celebrity gossip?" He laughed at the thought of Aria, glasses on the bridge of her nose, crinkling in disgust as a barista hands her a foaming cup of coffee that wasn't roasted with the "particular aroma of Coreilla's brand" imbibed into it, datapad under her arm bristling with news about how Kyla Jenster placed another video of herself singing horribly on the holonet. 
"Of course, I've got my own quirks that you don't really know about...like my love of virtual sims." He glanced at her briefly with a touch of humility as he continued:
"Not the combat sims, mind you, but the virtual reality sims where you can construct massive homes and live out some alternative life." He shook his head, chortling.
"Sounds pathetic, I know, but I always liked building the houses. Lysa tried to join in, but she couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that I was simulating 'real life'...of course, you and I both know we never really had a chance at living a normal life." He rubbed his face with his hands, sighing.
"If I could ever lived a normal life, one that didn't involve uncovering conspiracies, training to defend the Republic and all that, I think I would've hopped around from planet to planet, maybe doing what my Dad did...I don't know, something constructive." Mentioning his father brought back the question Aria had asked, which he had pushed off in favor of listening to her. Now that he was talking again, he decided to answer:
"I want to see them again, sure. In fact...in fact, I was actually going to see them once I got deployed off-world. Without the council looking over my shoulder, I was basically a free agent. After my time with the Republic forces on Belsavis, I was going to visit them, but then I got that call from Lysa. Maybe that was the Force's way of guiding me away from seeing them...maybe they're dead. Wouldn't surprise me. Taris has had problems with rakghouls, mercenaries, bandits and of course, radiation poisoning." He took a sharp breath, shaking his head. 
"But I think after this is all over...I'd like to see if I can reunite with them." He wiped a speck of dust from his eye before leaning backwards. 
"I think they would like you. You're spunky without being obnoxious, which my Dad would've enjoyed. He teased us a lot...not maliciously, but you know, Dad jokes. I think he would like your 'take no crap' attitude." Unaware, Yerbol had gotten closer to Aria in their relaxed position, their shoulders touching. 
"I kinda like it, too." He looked over at her with a small smile, a slight warmth shooting down his spine as his eyes made contact with hers.