Sin had been away in Chaos acting in an official capacity or she might have noticed sooner. She had a way of knowing when friends were suffering but as she relaxed in the villa it was something else she noticed, nightmares. They were hazy but after millennia beside Beelzebub she knew what that meant. A friend having nightmares while they were too intoxicated to wake themselves.

She put on whatever was around, it turned out to be a simple, red slip dress. This wasn't a social call but one of comfort. There was no reason to dress to the nines. Comfort for herself would be as important as the comfort she was to bring. It took only a moment to fly to where the Klingon lay passed out. She had sympathy for whatever it was he endured that troubled his sleep.

"Worf?" She spoke quietly so as not to startle him if he woke, her hand gently on his forearm in comfort.