Aria snorted softly, her gaze flickering towards the volcanoes in the distance for a moment before her focus returned to Yerbol. His words taking such a philosophical turn was hardly surprising. The Knight gave her the impression of the kind of guy that over-thought everything. To hear him doubting himself would have perhaps comforted her on any other day, if she had been sure of her own standing. 

But since confronting Yerbol in Shadow's tomb some weeks ago, Aria's confidence had been shaken and she wasn't so sure she wanted to be part of either side of the conflict anymore. She pushed those theories aside as quickly as they made an appearance. That kind of thinking would get her killed, her father would be keeping tabs on her progress and she couldn't afford to have him listening in with thoughts like that flitting through her mind. She put it down to the heat getting to both their heads. 

Aria was glad the volcanoes were far away, too, and grunted softly in agreement. His next question took a little consideration before she could answer.
"Yeah, I probably would have ended up in politics. My mother was a Senator, before-" Aria broke off mid-sentence, the words sticking in her throat and choking her up. She shook her head abruptly as if she were trying to dislodge bad memories associated with her mother that kept resurfacing, "Before she died." She finished, regaining her composure. 

She hoped the slip up hadn't been as painfully obvious as it seemed and that he wouldn't ask. Maybe she could pass it off as her throat being so damn dry, neither of them had had water since leaving the ship. "Probably would have taken after her instead if I hadn't ended up at the academy." The acolyte's shoulders sagged, she was far too tired to even shrug. "What about you? I mean, smuggling's off the table, you're too noble for that so, I dunno, maybe you'd make a good doctor?"