Aria kept in stride with Yerbol as they made their way through the forest towards the plains where they had first landed, her attention devoted to the birds as they flitted across their path overhead, until she strafed too far to the side and bumped her shoulder into a tree trunk, or Yerbol’s own shoulder, and had to focus on the path once more to reorient herself.  Her lips pursed together in thought as he mentioned the idea of being able to use the Force to ACTUALLY fly. 
“It must be nice.” she agreed, almost wistfully as a somewhat adorable grin creased her features. “I mean, nothing could stop us then, could it? We could just swoop in and rescue everyone from injustice and then fly away again before the crooks could blink twice!” she snorted with laughter, turning her head to look sideways at him. She hadn’t noticed before, but he was shivering slightly. Having ventured out with a cloak wrapped around her shoulders (space got pretty cold, too) and not removing it before they left the complex, she hadn’t noticed how biting the wind had gotten. “Aw, we can turn around if you’re having second thoughts Bol.” she quipped back at him. “Seriously, you’ve just been to HOTH and you’re complaining about the COLD?” 
They fell into a mutual state of quiet appreciation of their surroundings for several moments before Yerbol broke the silence between them and spoke of his parents again. Aria hummed softly to convey her sympathy, slowing her step as she suggested:
“Have you thought about, well...trying to get a letter or a holomessage out to them? We get other stuff through, we could manage it. You said they’re probably still on Taris, right?” of course without any way to be SURE his parents still lived where he remembered, it would be risky to try, especially if they had relocated….but she hated knowing he missed them that much and being helpless to do anything to make it better. One of the downsides to them getting so close, she supposed. He didn’t answer straight away, which prompted her to shrug and mumble. “Just think about it.” 

The atmosphere between them seemed to shift suddenly as he changed the subject to what they would do once this whole war was over and done with. Once, the degree of sincerity in his voice would have terrified her; but now it left an odd feeling of glowing warmth in her chest that  Aria couldn’t quite explain. 
“Y’know, I like the sound of that.” she admitted, another genuine smile forming. “We could be vigilantes, rescuing people from slavery or…’steal from the rich to give to the poor’, that sort of thing. It’d be a great gig. Then when we’re old and grey we can go somewhere nice and just sit on a porch all day talking about...whatever it is old people talk about. If we’re feeling particularly nostalgic we could even go to Manaan.” she giggled at her suggestion, recalling their last trip to the Selkath homeworld and how they had both been surprised by its relaxing, lavender-smelling (where there weren’t enough Selkath nearby to overpower it with their fishy stench, of course) atmosphere. 

Aria bumped his shoulder in return, glancing up as they paused their walk to skirt around the same wide-trunked tree from before. The former acolyte was quiet, perhaps TOO quiet, for another few heartbeats as she seemed to think the action through before she threw all of her weight into the next nudge (though she would have to use some basic Force manipulation to bolster her strength enough to have a chance at actually knocking him off balance due to their size difference), leaping up into the low-hanging branches above their heads with a jubilant cry of:
“LAST ONE TO THE TOP’S BANTHA FODDER!” she had already grasped hold of the next branch and was hauling herself up another level when she heard Yerbol shouting something that sounded like “Hey! That wasn’t fair!” from down below. Not only had she given herself a few seconds’ head start by catching him unawares, but Aria’s lither build granted her the ability to flit from one branch to the next with an almost frightening level of agility. She may not have been as physically strong as the other acolytes in the Academy, but she had clearly learned to make up for it by being light on her feet. It was no surprise, therefore, that she managed to remain a few inches in front of the young Knight, only pausing to ‘take pity on him’ and call back another playful taunt. 
“What’s the matter, Bol? Didn’t you ever climb trees on Tython; or did you spend too much time reading?” 
Puffing slightly for breath, Yerbol scowled up at her though instead of preparing a witty comeback of his own he called out. 
“Ari, be careful! They’re a lot thinner up-”
He would be cut off by her startled shriek as the next branch she grabbed snapped clean off the trunk under the strain of her body weight and sent her crashing through the previous levels of branches, knocking Yerbol off balance as he tried to grab her hand to stop her from falling any further which simply resulted in both of them tumbling down to ground level.
“...There.” Yerbol finished as the duo landed in an awkward heap at the foot of the trunk.
“Totally did NOT see that coming.” she gasped, clearing her throat as she tried to scramble away from him and allow him enough space to right himself too. “Force, I’m sorry, Bol. Are you okay?” with another squeak of alarm, her foot caught on an exposed root and she fell back down onto his torso again, heat engulfing her entire face as they both fumbled to try and disentangle themselves without making the situation any worse.

If they hadn’t looked dishevelled enough from the bits of twigs and leaves sticking to their hair and clothes after their fall from the tree canopy, the multiple attempts it took them to both get their feet firmly planted underneath them again did not improve the situation. Aria cleared her throat again, plucking one such leaf from behind her ear and letting it float away on the breeze. 
She had a feeling her face was about as red as Yerbol’s was, shifting her weight from one foot to the other she put forward another suggestion while raising her right hand at the same time:
“Those in favour of sneaking into the compound so Neta DOESN’T see us coming back looking like this?”

Whether or not they would accomplish that feat, remained to be seen….