Aristia left her room, knowing that the couple most likely weren't asleep yet. She deliberately chose this time of night to discuss with them as she thought the quiet night was soothing, allowing her to do a better job at persuading them. Also, there wouldn't be much disturbance from other people at this time.
She returned the journal to its place in the drawer and left the room. The chandeliers in the corridors were not lit, but there were a few candles hung on candlesticks on the walls that would probably burn out after a few hours, providing dim lighting in the corridors.
As she made her way in the dim corridors to the room of Aristia's parents, she organised her thoughts. [I need to establish my own source of income. I can't let myself be ruled by this world's outdated norms and ethics.]