Aria snickered in response to his comment about Ethan’s arrogance, purring teasingly. “More arrogant than I was when we first met?” when her partner didn't respond immediately, she grinned back at him and followed up with: “I'm sure you can get through to him, impart some of your humbleness to him or something. And maybe let me borrow some of your patience while you're at it.”
She tucked herself against him as he kissed her, mumbling something in tired agreement before she too, drifted into sleep. 

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Yerbol’s sudden jolt into wakefulness prompted a similar reaction from his spouse, the diminutive Champion sitting bolt upright as one of her sabers shot into her hand and activated, ready to strike against the perceived threat (her habit of sleeping with one tucked into her pillowcase at night had been a difficult one to curb, and she had yet to manage to do just that). After a few moments of blinking at one another in confusion, however, Aria deactivated the saber and threw herself back down onto the pillows as she howled with laughter and proclaimed:
“We… Work too much, Y'know that?!” as she wiped a tear of laughter out of the corner of her eye. 

After a few more moments of silliness, including Yerbol almost leaving the room in his sleeping shorts and Aria cracking a jest about how she “saw no problem at all with his chosen attire”, they managed to get dressed and join their other companions in the CIC. The apprentices looked as well rested as Aria felt, and as her partner prompted her to voice any possible objections she may have, she waved them off with a jubilant grin. 
“No, no, you two go on and get outta here for the day! Go have fun, that's what these stops are for!” she shot Ethan a stern look however, and uttered firmly. “But both of you keep a comlink to hand, alright? As soon as Vano pings that data through, we've got to get going.”
Kytra, of course, was not going to be a problem, the Selonian giving the Champions a complacent salute as she tucked a comlink into her ear and disappeared down the loading ramp, Aria had no doubt that her apprentice would be heading for the nearest library or some other similar establishment. Once Ethan had also taken his leave, the Champions headed off into the city themselves. 
“I'd say we've earned a break of our own, hm?” Aria prompted, standing on her toes to press a playful kiss to his nose before she danced ahead a few steps, with both Sith hounds in tow. “Soooooo, how about we go and do something ridiculously, stupidly normal?” another teasing grin accompanied her next suggestion. “Nothing TOO strenuous of course, we still have to find a hotel somewhere for the other things later, hmm?”

Hiking along a mountain trail with a picnic basket was probably the most stupidly normal thing either Champion had done in a VERY long time. It was refreshing, to say the least, watching the dogs charge back and forth ahead of them, either bringing back sticks which they INSISTED the pair toss for them to retrieve, or diving into a nearby snow drift; Alderaan’s mountains were an odd mix of both snowy and not even this low down, which was interesting in and of itself, being able to find a nice place to put the picnic blanket down and still giving the opportunity to lift a decently sized snowball and hurl it directly at her unsuspecting partner’s face when he turned towards her after she had called his name. Of course, she had expected a retaliation, but Yerbol ending the battle by lifting her instead of another snowball and dropping her into the snow despite her (playful) protests of “NO, NO, I'M GONNA CATCH HYPOTHERMIA, BOL PLEASE!”

She was sure they spent more time laughing than eating. Not that it was an unwelcome change. She wouldn't admit to faking more than a few of the shivers on her way home, after all, they'd had the desired effect. 
Yerbol raised an eyebrow at her quizzically after the fifth one, as they made their way into the hotel room (the Tuk'ata were remarkably perceptive and had flounced off to terrorise the local fauna and give their masters some much needed privacy, they weren't stupid and the Champions were sure they could find their way promptly back to the Commodore). 
“Seriously, Ari, you don't have hypothermia. It wasn't that bad!” he chuckled, as aware as his wife that she lacked many of the other symptoms of the condition.
“Maybe not, but if you can't take a hint, that's your loss baby~” Aria simply shrugged and caught his eye over her shoulder as she dropped her attire onto a chair and skipped into the en-suite refresher. The door, when tried however, was left conveniently unlocked.