He returned the smile weakly, shaking his head at her questions.
"No, not that I can feel anyway...and to answer your question, yes, they do. I just got carried away." The smile disappeared upon mention of the shuttle, nodding. 
"Maybe, BUT we have the element of surprise. Being thought dead can be very helpful for sneaking into a super secret meeting that will probably change the course of history in the galaxy forever." He took a step forward before he felt a pinching in his lower abdomen which grew worse on another step. 
"Probably did do some damage, then." He grunted, placing his hand on the affected area as he tried to keep up with his companion in their rush to the shuttle. As he climbed onboard, he couldn't help but look back at the military complex that appeared to be oblivious to the Jedi genocide that had occurred just a few hours away. Were there True Sith operatives in Rendii as well? Were they brainwashing new recruits to reject the Jedi and embrace a world without Force users attempting to wrestle control from the "real government" established by the Republic? A small part of him wanted to forge ahead into the outpost and root out whatever operatives were there in a righteous crusade against injustice. But they had bigger things to worry about, which was accentuated by the bay door closing. Right. 

He stumbled ahead towards the cockpit, situating himself in the pilot's chair before finding the navigation unit. Coordinates popped up on screen along with a star map that projected from a center console on the dashboard. 
"Odd..." He checked the coordinates, then traced the projected route. 
"The coordinates are for...Manaan?" Befuddled, he turned to Aria.
"Why on earth would the True Sith have any concern for a planet filled with neutral Selkath who-" His eyes widened. 
"Oh...oh that would make sense, wouldn't it?" He turned his full attention to the shuttle dashboard, talking as he punched in destination coordinates and prepared for take-off:
"The Selkath would LOVE this, wouldn't they? They've never had any love for the Jedi OR the Sith thanks to the checkered history both our Orders have had with the planet. If the Republic and the Empire asked for a secret, quiet place to meet to talk about a peaceful union before placing a target on every Jedi and Sith's backs? They'd probably break their own bloody 'neutrality agreements' in order to make sure every Force user was either imprisoned or buried." The shuttle rose, Yerbol inputting hyperspace coordinates as he asked:
"Think you can forage around the shuttle, see if we can find any clue as to where the meeting is being held? I have a feeling that if we touched down on Manaan's surface without some direction, we'd get a very colorful welcome involving blaster rifle fire." 

The nav unit predicted only three hours between Rendii and Manaan, which meant they had very limited time to come up with a plan AND recover from their latest skirmish. Yerbol had taken up to laying on one of the three row/benches in the passenger area, stretching out his back and torso as much as he could. He then realized that in the past three days, he remembered only laying down once. 

This was nice. Not getting thrown around by a vicious monster. Or getting vice gripped by a True Sith with the leg strength of a thousand humans. 

"You know, you ought to try this whole 'laying down' thing. I forgot how wonderful it was." He closed his eyes, breathing deeply to hopefully stimulate some kind of healing energies within his body. 
"Also, any luck on the foraging bit? If we have to hit the ground running, that's fine, but I sure would love a crumb to go on."