Zelus fumed, "This isn't exactly a comfortable position, I'm irritated about Master Kuthon doing this, and quite frankly I'm worried about her." Zelus stopped struggling against the bonds sensing Vender's movement of readying a weapon. "Will she at least be allowed in the yard to work things out by exercising?" Focusing back on breathing he tried to stretch his force sense out, only reaching slightly past Vender's though. Too bad his force senses were dulled by the visor, then again if they weren't he wouldn't be able to focus beyond the pain.<br/><br/>Gragas rolled over in his cot, yup, a delay in yard time; at least they tried to be fair and extend it so they still got to have it. Things sometimes got interesting at night yard time when delayed too much. Some nocturnal birds thought the prisoners were prey. Hearing the odd breathing of the girl, Gragas rolled off his cot and made his way across the cell to her. Seemed she was having troubles breathing, almost like hyperventilating. Reaching out with a hand he placed three fingers on her face, one on her nose, and one on each side. Palm floating above her mouth, "Alrigh' love, I need you to listen. focus only on me, my voice, and the fingers touching you. Visualize an open area, like a field and fill it with flowers, next picture someone or something that you enjoy. Finally, lay in the flowers and relax with whoever or whatever you chose."