It took them moments after Voldon had collapsed the wall in their path, to find the other door, Chwuq yelping frantically as she charged straight for it and tried to knock it down with her sheer strength. A Tuk’ata-shaped dent was all that was left to show for it, the female hound staggering backwards in an almost drunken fashion as she gave a disoriented grunt-whine. 
He’s here! He’s here! This door! Apparently her disorientation didn’t last long, because as soon as the door caved in she and Taral leapt past Voldon and sprinted into the room, yelping and whimpering anxiously as they presumably ran straight towards Yerbol. Aria couldn’t see, of course, as most of Voldon’s form blocked her view further into the room. The Battlemaster turned suddenly and grabbed her by the shoulders, which startled Aria somewhat, and demanded firmly that she find them a way out of there.
“N-No...No, I want to see him first!” she tried to protest, though Voldon gave her a stony look and muttered.
“That wasn’t a request.” 
Ordinarily, she would have pushed right past him and ignored his instructions. But this was Voldon, the Battlemaster never asked for anything without good reason and she had learnt to trust him. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she nodded and turned away at a brisk run down one of the branching hallways to look for a way back up. They’d come down in an access shaft, there had to be others besides that one. Or a maintenance lift of some kind, that would be even better. From what she could feel through their link, Yerbol wasn’t at his strongest, it might be asking a lot from him to expect him to climb through such a narrow space. 
Had to be something somewhere....her senses were on high alert for any sign or sound of movement. There could still be traps, but nothing so far. Just the drip, drip, drip of water off the tunnel ceiling. She nearly ran headlong into the control panel as she rounded the corner, the breath rushing from her lungs as her torso connected with the big square panel jutting out of the floor. Her feet slipped on the puddles that had begun to pool from the leaks in the ceiling, but by dropping her sabers back to her belt she managed to grab onto the panel and steady herself. Looking at it more closely, she would discover it contained a grimy switch that seemed to be marked for “UP” and “DOWN” (from the arrows pointing in such directions); on a hunch she flicked it towards the down-pointing arrow and with a shuddering groan the elevator lurched to a stop and opened out in front of her. If her hunch was correct, this would get them back to the surface, it didn’t look as if the Xiis had even touched it, much less tampered with it, since they had arrived on Coruscant. 

She had been halfway down the hallway to rejoin Voldon when she heard him scream. Her heart leapt straight into her mouth, adrenaline rushing through her system as she sprinted towards the sound, stopping abruptly as Voldon came back into view, a familiar if badly bruised and battered figure half hunched over beside him. She had wanted to run straight over, throw her arms around him and never let him go ever again, but abruptly stopped herself as she took in the state of his injuries. 
“F-Found a maintenance elevator...be easier to get back up that way, less climbing.” she choked out in Voldon’s direction, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth momentarily as she inched carefully closer to him. The two Tuk’ata whined, also keeping their distance as they seemed to understand or sense Yerbol’s fragile state. Hesitantly, she reached out towards him, but recoiled as he flinched away before she had even touched him. 
“Shhh, it’s me.” she murmured soothingly, standing as still as she could manage. Tears burned in her eyes as she tried to keep her voice steady, mindful of her earlier talk with Kira. Had to keep it together, for him, to keep him together. “It’s me, baby...I’m here, you’re safe now. They’re not gonna touch you again.”