Aria snickered quietly herself at his mention of the long walks, a faint flush of colour appearing in her cheeks as she caught his eye again. 
“In all fairness, we did also fall out of a tree and come back with all sorts of leaf litter in our hair, so it's not surprising Vano thought that; it wouldn't be the first time she’d caught me sneaking back to my room after…doing things I shouldn't have been doing.” she cleared her throat, settling herself comfortably into his arms before Yerbol thankfully changed the subject rather than pressing her for more details. His reassurances that he wouldn't be going anywhere did help, and she let off a quiet sigh that mirrored his own, a sad smile forming as she remembered the fallen True Sith. “I do, too, sometimes. Usually he's yelling at me when I'm about to do something stupid.” Aria’s smirk faltered as she pondered his question about the Elders. 
“Definitely a good idea, as for who, well…” - another sigh - “if Voldon was alive, I would've said him. But since he isn't, I don't know, Cheriss, maybe?” the Champion gave a one-shouldered shrug, not wanting to move from her current position against him in order to fully commit to the gesture. “You remember she called that Force spirit down to help us in the temple on Voss? That must've been pretty tiring. I know it's not EXACTLY the same but I'm sure she has some techniques for dealing with it that might at least help a bit? Maybe Malu, too, she probably has a stronger connection to the Force than anyone cause of, Y'know, the creepy, weird no-eyes thing. Maybe she can help you, moderate the energy flow of your powers or something.”

She hadn't considered the less literal angle to his thoughts about anger, and her expression morphed from the initial concern she had felt at the start of his admission, to relief, and then fond amusement as she chuckled and leaned into his touch, promising: “Well, that's going to be a VERY long time, then. Maybe forever, if there really is someplace within the Force that we go when we die. And I mean that, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Reluctantly, Aria moved away from him to allow her husband to comfortably adjust his position, snuggling back into his chest once he was properly situated. She laughed softly, more genuine this time, as she thought about Kytra and the Selonian’s somewhat over-eager desire to soak up any and all knowledge that she could, like a sponge. She steepled her fingers against his chest and perched her chin on them, raising an eyebrow down at her partner. 

“Are you sure you got the worst one? It's not that she doesn't listen, but rather that I never knew one kid could ask SO MANY questions! Every time I try to teach her something, it's always ‘but how this’ and ‘but why that’ or ‘when can I learn how to do that’. Sometimes I wonder if she has an off switch.” the Champion’s nose scrunched up. “And she always looks at me like I've got the answers to EVERYTHING, it makes me feel…old.” she tilted her head curiously, trailing one hand up to card through his hair absently as she asked him about his own apprentice. “What about Ethan? Other than barely saying a word, which after Kytra doesn't seem like such a bad thing, he doesn't seem like trouble? Is it because he's all silent and broody? I thought you'd be used to that by now.”