While he can't be there in person until he's concocted some sort of feast, there's been enough waves of distress radiating out of Joey's digital direction even Captor can tell something's up. And he's not without his tricks.
Wherever Joey is, a blanket of warmth wraps around her. It's hums in the air, dense with power yet easily shrugged off when she no longer needs it. However long that may take.
She was sitting with her head in her hands, shaking from the recurrent nightmare, when the feeling of warmth envelops her.
For a moment, she thinks she's woken Xefros somehow, but the telltale sight if red and blue sparks calms her racing heartbeat.
Sollux.
It's warm- stable, grounding somehow. She relaxes into it, breathing calming before she yawns, going back to sleep, psychic blanket slipping off.
Her sleep is blissfully dreamless.
