He guffawed louder than he thought he would at her description of her inquisitive apprentice, the hounds looking up warily at the Champion before Taral snorted in displeasure from being woken up. 
"Oh stop it. If you can't handle us having conversations, then you can sleep outside." Taral shook his flanks defiantly at the Champion as he settled into a prone position, eyes closing once more. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to his spouse to respond:
"Baby, don't you think you NEED someone to keep you on your toes? With her around, you'll become a master teacher in no time!" He laughed again, knowing full well that his partner probably wasn't pleased with his initial reaction, so he added:
"Ok, yeah, she asks a lot of questions, but wouldn't you rather have someone like that instead of someone making statements all the time? Kytra has a mind that seems to absorb knowledge at lightspeed; you can use that to your advantage. Keep answering her questions and soon she'll be a Champion herself. You know what that means, don't you? We won't have to flit around the galaxy at a whim when all we want to do is recline by a beach somewhere. Trust me, I would love to have Ethan be a bit more like Kytra: humble in his approach to learning." He began to run his fingers through Aria's hair out of habit as he continued: 
"Ethan has so much skill with machines and can wield a saber well, but the problem is that he KNOWS he's good. Why do you think he wanted to sit up front with Neta(other than his obvious crush on her)? Why do you think he preemptively began to explore Malachor or tried to go on ahead of us when we were on Lehon? He's got an arrogance issue that needs to be addressed quickly." Knowing his assessment sounded a bit too harsh than he had intended, he attached an addendum:
"He's a good man at heart and I know that. He seems to genuinely want to be here, but I don't know if his reasons are entirely selfless. I'll have to make sure that I talk to him about what I've seen so far before we go off into...wherever." His eyes were half-closed now, a wide yawn coming far too easily. 
"When was...the last time we got a good nights sleep, huh?" He groggily looked over at his partner, eyes opening to gaze right into her dark irises. 
"I think, my dear, we owe it to ourselves to rest." A brief smirk crossed his features. 
"I would suggest we do other things than rest, but I would feel slightly uncomfortable with those kind of activities when we have our apprentices onboard...and the dogs. And Neta. That'd be horrendously awkward." He drew her closer to him before planting a deep, long kiss on her lips, lingering for several moments before he muttered:
"We need to get a private suite somewhere. Somewhere...far..." His eyes were closing all the way now, arms still draped around his wife. 
"far...away..." 

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Yerbol woke with a sudden jolt of energy, mind racing as he sat up in bed, looking frantically around the room for his saber. They had to get moving...
"Where?" He asked aloud, brow furrowing as he regained a sense of composure to find that he was still on the Commodore after having woken up from a solid ten hours of sleep(based on the chronometer mounted on the wall opposite of the door). Running a hand through his hair, he slowly planted his feet on the floor, laughing to himself. Even upon waking, his body was trained to think they were on a combat operation. 

Yeah, they needed a break. 

Thankfully, that break was announced over the comm system by Neta:
"Hey kids, on Alderaan now! Meet up in the CIC so we can talk about logistics." Logistics? Wanting to get clarification, the Champion rose and was ready to depart from the room when he looked down to find that he was dressed in shorts. And nothing else.
"That...would have been bad." Sighing, he donned a pair of pants and a t-shirt laying on a chair nearby before meeting with the others in the CIC, their apprentices looking rather cheery. Maybe they had gotten some rest as well. Neta looked the same: stupidly gorgeous. He would have to ask her how she managed to keep up appearances even after facing certain death multiple times. 
"So, sitch update: Vano shot us a message saying that the coordinates were still being untangled and for us to sit tight. Can't think of a better place to be than here. We're in orbit now, but we'll be touching down at an Alliance hangar not too far from Aldera to refuel and supply up. Fair warning, though: I'll be AWOL until Vano gets back to us with some news. You'll have to make do without me for a while...which, I know, might be difficult, but you'll manage." Ethan opened his mouth, but Yerbol shot him a glare that prompted the apprentice to close it. 
"Sounds good. Aldera has enough for us to keep busy in the meantime, I suppose." 
"There IS a swoop track there, right?" Ethan asked expectantly, pumping a fist when Neta affirmed his suspicion. 
"Don't go TOO far, both of you. We'll need to be on call." 
"Right, right...but this is basically shore leave, right? Like, we're free to pursue whatever we want to do?" 
"Pretty much...unless the other Champion has a problem with that?" He looked down to Ari with a smirk.