The trek back to the Academy from the tomb was long and arduous because the group had to accommodate for Takree’s reduced mobility; punctuated with more petty squabbling from Vano and Qanarr, as they still insisted they would be better off leaving the ‘deadweight’ behind. The Togruta could only walk so far before his wound became so painful that they had to stop and let him get a second wind. Each time, Aria insisted that ‘NOBODY was being left here to be eaten alive by tomb beasts or Hssis when the sun came up’ and forced them to wait until Takree was ready to keep moving. Twice they were ambushed by trooper commandos searching the dunes for survivors, during the second exchange Qanarr took a fatal shot to the gut and after they had dispatched the troopers Aria snapped the Cathar’s neck to spare her the long and painful death by bleeding out. 

Their boots had just touched the steps at the entryway as Aria felt the sudden surge of powerful emotions emanating through her bond with Yerbol. She wasn't sure what had happened exactly, but Aria panicked as the frenzy died down and the Knight's voice, desperate and pleading, cried out to her: 
[i]Ari...get here...please[/i]
[i]I’m coming!! [/i]
Without a word to the four companions behind her, Aria broke into a breakneck sprint towards the hangar bay, ignoring Vano's voice as the Mirialan screamed after her: “Ari, what's wro-?! Ari, wait! ARIA!” The older acolyte wanted to follow behind Roan’s daughter but without Qanarr there was no one else to stay with Neta and Takree to cover them so she had to remain with them and catch up at a slower pace. 

Please, let him be okay. Don't let him be hurt...was all she could think as she rounded the corner into the hangar. Trooper bodies and damaged droid chassis littered the steel room, the three Padawans were down also and she couldn't tell if any of them were still alive. Yerbol was doubled over in the middle of the room, bloody hands braced against his knees as his breath came in shaky gasps. There was a LOT of blood as she raced over to join him but the Knight didn't seem to have any open wounds as Aria crouched down in front of him (so she assumed none of the blood was his). 
“Yerbol...Bol, I'm here...it's over.” she whispered, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry….” guilt welled up in her chest as she thought about the Padawans who might not make it because she'd put them in the most dangerous place without thinking about it properly…in the back of her mind a niggling worry started to form, that if all three of them were dead then it was HER fault and he might blame her for it, but she shoved it away. Not now. 

“I should have sent you to the tombs, I thought the troopers would all be out on the dunes by now…I thought it was safe in here, I'm sorry...” the words stuck in her throat, her voice cracking as she fumbled to try and think of the words of the Jedi Code, to refocus his mind and give him something else to focus on. But Aria had only read the Jedi's mantra about twice in her entire lifetime, and she couldn't recall the words properly: something about peace and serenity and restricting passion or some bullocks like that...frustrated, she settled for the next best thing:
“Hey, Yerbol...look at me.”
Without thinking, she laid one hand on each of his cheeks, gently lifting his face so he had to look her in the eye as she took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, hoping he would be listening and follow her example. “Breathe. Slowly...in and out…”

Footsteps behind them signalled that the others had caught up to her but Aria shut the other sounds out, only concerned with getting her partner to calm down at this moment. 

Vano paused at the doorway as her eyes settled on Aria who was murmuring soothingly to a young man dressed in Jedi robes, her forehead leaned gently against his as she cradled his face and coaxed him to calm his frantic breathing. A slight smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, there was clearly something going on there whether either of them were ready to admit it yet. She left Neta with Takree as she moved across to Janika, Manso and Udike (who she didn't recognise but could assume they were the Jedi boy’s companions) to check for signs of life.

Udike’s torso had been burnt through, there was no way he would make it. Janika and Manso though, seemed to have less serious wounds. Glancing back at Neta, the Mirialan called: 
“Hey, they're still breathing!”
“Go help her,” Takree winced bravely, “I can manage to stand on my own.” 

Eventually, Yerbol was calmer and Aria suddenly realised how close her face was to his, and that the others were looking at them, abruptly sitting back away from Yerbol and clearing her throat, hoping Neta hadn't been looking their way or the mercenary might have had something else to say given what she had said to Aria in the tomb. Straightening up again, she glanced back at the others then at Yerbol again. “Come on, I'll grab the transponder card and then we should get the frack out of here. We have to keep going, or they all died for nothing.” she urged the others, heading over to the nearest shuttle, she ducked into the cockpit for a moment and re-emerged with the card clasped in her hand.