Yerbol didn't have to imagine what Vano was teasing Aria about, but her yelling about wedding invitations certainly confirmed it. 
"I think I've figured that out by now." He smiled knowingly as one of the Tuk'ata(the male...Taral! That was his name!) bumped his foot, scratching at Yerbol's shoe. 
"Alright, alright, we're going." An appreciative snort came as both beasts fell alongside the duo, one on either side. Waving and shouting sentiments back at those who launched them at the pair, Yerbol couldn't help but feel a wave of jaded nostalgia flow over him while calmly walking up the path they had trodden so many times before in anticipation of getting supplies to those who needed it or intercepting political prisoners who had managed to escape confinement or...well, the list could go on for a long while, but Yerbol couldn't help but appreciate what they had accomplished on Zinuthra. While the planet may have been a monument for the True Sith, it was now a beacon of hope for the future of the galaxy. He wanted to share his thoughts with Aria, but something else came to mind when they arrived at the overlook with Neta's(no, their) ship. Catching a glimpse of the glistening mountains, he spoke, slightly shifting his pack of belongings:
"Your Dad deserves something for all of us to remember him by. A monument, a statue, something...I don't know, what would he want?" An idea clicked in his brain.
"I've got it. Come on, get onboard. We're not leaving the planet juuuuust yet." 

He chided himself for not thinking of it before, looking out over the landscape beneath the ship as he kept a watchful eye on the radar screen. When a series of triangles appeared, he took the ship down into a valley adjacent to the one that their base was situated in, separated by the massive mountains that surrounded the freighter as it gently touched down right at the foot of one such imposing structure. 
"You remember this place? A few months ago...your dad, you and I came here to do some more research about the properties of the crystals buried in the mountains. Maybe we can hew out one of the crystals, emblazon it with an inscription and leave it in the center of this clearing? A testament to a man who you loved dearly and helped us take down the biggest threat to galactic peace possibly ever." He rose from the pilot's chair before taking off his overshirt to reveal a sleeveless shirt underneath, preparing for potentially sweaty work. 
"Unless you want to do something else? Cause I'm all ears."