When the medic mentioned a dunk in the kolto tank, Aria’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling and she gave an exasperated groan. “Is this really necessary…? I hate kolto tanks-” she tried to protest (Something about ‘spent months in one the last time and never got the taste out of my mouth’ though the redhead Knight took no notice of it as such), Kira was already pulling her towards the changing room before she could say much else in protest and she hardly had the strength left to put up much of a fight in the first place. Despite her grumblings, once she’d sunk down into the kolto it did seem to ease the ache a little. Thankfully with only her ribs damaged she could get away with simply submerging her torso into the tank and leaving most of her upper body out of the kolto by clinging onto the side. Aria was surprised to hear Kira voice her exact thoughts,  silent for a moment as she recounted her time apart from Voldon when the Battlemaster had been away fighting the Emperor. For a moment she was silent, blinking until she finally found the words.
“I had no idea…” at that moment the man in question entered the room as well, prompting her attention as she answered his question:
“I can still feel him, yeah. Cause of the  Force bond or...whatever it's called. I tried calling out to him but he isn't answering me right now...” the words stuck in her throat like chunks of rotten meat. “I think...he's just unconscious. I-I like to think...and...and hope that it'd feel different if he was dead.” 
With a nod and a few words of encouragement, the couple left her in the medbay which prompted Aria to let go of the side of the tank and let herself float lazily for a while so she could rest and recover her strength. She had tried to reach out to her partner again a few times during her talk with Kira and been met with the same dead end, but was jolted from her partially-sleeping state when she suddenly felt his mind fumbling for the threads between their consciousness. At first, she thought she had been imagining it until his voice spoke too:
[i]I don't know where I am...find me, baby. Please. [/i]
[i]Bol?! I'm here! We’ll find you, babe, I promise. Hang in there. You don't...there's nothing around you?[/i] She prompted, desperate to find something that they could work on. [i]Nothing you can hear or...or smell? [/i]
He was still very disoriented and barely able to maintain their link, thus not able to tell her much but Aria did her best to reassure him that they were on their way to find him no matter what it took. Now that she knew he was DEFINITELY alive, Aria didn't want to let him go at all. But she had to, if they were going to figure out where he had been taken. Underground. That was something, right? She wished she could have hugged him, or provided some better form of comfort than just words. 
[i]We'll find you.[/i] She repeated, pausing for a moment before she quickly added before he withdrew again. [i]Hey, I love you, and I'm coming to get you. Soon.[/i]

Pedia returned to give her a quick check over about forty five minutes later, giving her approval to leave the medbay under caution that she was to take the medication “EXACTLY as instructed!”; Aria waved the medic off with a distracted promise, unable to clamber out of the tank and get redressed in her usual attire fast enough. Should have been resting, she knew that. But she had to tell them. They had to get to him, and fast. She’d never heard him sound so broken and desperate, and it HURT to hear the defeat in his voice. They had to get to him before they broke him so badly that he gave up. She didn’t know what she would do if that happened…
Doorway after doorway flew past her as she searched the complex for Voldon or Kira, not even stopping as she heard a few startled exclamations of her name from Cheriss and Ailel as she stuck her head through to find neither of the other two Council members with them. After passing a few more rooms, she finally located Voldon again, Cheriss and Ailel in tow as they tried to get her to sit down.
“Not now, not now!” she waved the other two Masters away frantically. “I got through to him! He said...he said he was underground somewhere. He wasn’t sure where but definitely underground!” 
“Underground?” Cheriss frowned as she took Aria by the arm firmly and guided her into a chair at the side of the room. Aria nodded again in confirmation, prompting Ailel to ask whether Aria thought she might be able to reach Yerbol again and get some more information from him. She wasn’t sure, but it was worth a try. Or perhaps, Cheriss suggested at length, if they meditated together Aria could attempt to transfer some of the images she had gotten from Yerbol to them so they could try and help her figure out where the other Champion had been taken. 
“If it was underground...it narrows down our options a bit.” Ailel pointed out as they settled down in a group, Cheriss insisting that Aria remained where she was in the chair so as not to aggravate her newly healed ribs. With a half hearted smirk, the Champion complied, frowning in concentration. 
“What do you mean...narrows down options?” 
“Well, there aren’t as many worlds with an underground network.” Ailel clarified. “And assuming it isn’t still Nar Shaddaa…” 
“That would be too easy. I doubt they’d stay on a world where they know we think they are.”
“Exactly. So if we eliminate Nar Shaddaa that leaves Taris, Coruscant, possibly somewhere underneath the palace on Alderaan.”
“....It sounds busy, too busy for Alderaan.” Cheriss interjected as Aria managed to recall a somewhat fuzzy image of the surroundings Yerbol had projected to her when he’d synched up their bond again for that brief moment of time. 
Ailel frowned as she listened more closely as well, nodding slowly. “Possibly even too much foot traffic for Taris.”
“Yerbol would have known it if it was Taris.” Aria interrupted quickly, fighting to keep her heart from hammering so fast. “His parents live there, we were there not too long ago. Even if he’s underground he’d recognise some of the sounds or...or something.” 
“That’s a very bold assumption to make, Aria.” Cheriss pointed out carefully. 
“We don’t have time to check everywhere, he needs our help NOW!”
“Don’t get yourself all upset, now, look...why don’t we send some of the Alliance crews to investigate Taris and Nar Shaddaa again and we can check Coruscant?” the Dathomirian suggested, somehow trying to take a tactical approach while at the same time being mindful of the urgency Aria kept insisting upon. Even if none of them fully understood the origins or the purpose of the Force bond that existed between the two Champions, Aria had come to trust it as a reliable source of information. The Masters, while still skeptical, could hardly argue with a potential lead when they had so little to go on already and the possibility of time running out for Yerbol sooner rather than later…
“PLEASE Cheriss, I don’t care if it’s a dead end. I’ve got to go and look for him. If something happens to him I…” Aria couldn’t even bear to think of the awful things the Xiis might be doing to them, or what she might do if she lost him.