A toothy smile of disbelief spread across his face as he felt the squeeze of Blaine's tendril. ~Yes, Blaine. It's okay to sleep now.~ A soft sigh of relief came as his adrenaline surge subsided and calm washed over him. "Blaine is going to be alright, Zara." He echoed his message to Elaine. He glanced up again, with a stern glare to the support staff. "Alright, get him off the support machinery but leave the monitors. And if I so much as see another INKLING of condescendence out of any of you, your superiors will recieve detailed notification."