Var's stumach was about as unstable as the air around them as the pod began the painful process of re entry these pods didn't so much as fly as they did crash safely and strapped with the world closing in at them Var's eyes were shut closed as the pod spun and shuddered turning the 'landing' into a desperate fall into orbit. they broke atmosphere quickly enough but that only left them with the joy of air friction that was slowly building the pod could take it but her master clearly could not.<br/><br/>The nautolans eyes were sealed shut in meditation that was clearly not helping his complexion. Part of him was waiting till his padawan broke out into laughter over her masters aversion to space and air travel. He would have been humiliated by it but he also would have understood it. As they hit a particularly bad patch of air travel his stumach learched one of his four hearts pounded at the wrong moment and it all came rushing into his mouth, he turned away from his padawan undoing his seat and letting the artificial gravity hold him as he fell down and let go of his lunch.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"..."</span>he wiped his mouth clean as if too say not a word about this.