But no. Deep breath in, focus, deep breath out. Her fingers rose the bow, lining the arrow up with the target across the room. Deep breath in, pull the string back. Deep breath out and -- the door banged shut just as she released the arrow. Her aim jerking as she herself startled. She looked around quickly before her eyes landed on the person who’d joined her. “Could’ve shut the door quieter.” She snapped in irritation. She didn’t want company. She just wanted left alone. 

“So,” she looked at the tribute before her, “what are your plans for once you’re in the Arena?” She was determined to be a better mentor than she had before and that meant actually strategizing with those she was responsible for. “These Games should be easy enough, half of the tributes only want to go to Paradise.” And she hoped he wasn’t one of them. 

Emilia hadn’t seen it happen, in her own world, dealing with her own inner demons when it had happened. She’d walked into a viewing room moments after the notification had flashed across her screen. She had no idea why she was even awake at this hour, those early hours just before dawn. Her eyes found the screen, searching for what she didn’t know. Opal was gone. She sighed, dragged a hand through her hair - still straightened from the night before - and moved around the couch to take a seat. It was only then that she realized someone else was in the room, that someone being Hestia. Can’t sleep either? She questioned verbally and hands signing. Is Faith okay? She had only caught a glimpse of the young girl before the cameras had panned away. 

“Buenos días guapo.” She smirked over her shoulder through the reflection when Tony joined her. Ignore last night had happened and maybe he would also, at least if he’d even seen. He always had before - ignored her habits that was. 

Emilia stood behind the scenes, unwilling to be out in the crowd, unwilling really to even be here, but knowing she needed to be close. So from the launch area of the chariots it was. Her nose wrinkled slightly when a particularly gaudy chariot passed her by. “That’s.... alot.” She muttered under her breath, unaware anyone was close enough to overhear. She’d never been a fan of Capitol fashion, but sometimes it was just worse than usual.