in the dark we wear no masks [opal/patricia blitz]

There are both too many things to count, and seemingly none at all, things that she is afraid of anymore. It's hard to not be afraid of the smallest things, like a knife, when it gets to close to your hand, a shuddering sound in the night that wakes you up. The flickering of movement behind a curtain. It is those same fears that remind you, that sometimes you're being foolish, that she's stronger then she looks, stronger then she feels. Patricia is strong, Opal can see that, you didn't make it this long in life without having some back bone.

She helps the girl up, giving her a quizzical look at the demands, but at the same time accepting them. There are things everyone is afraid of, just as Opal will not go near fire, Patricia cannot face the dark. No one wanted to see President Snow, but with the way that Patricia clings to her she wonders if it's something deeper. "Alright, let's get going then." She responds, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, stomach tightening as the smell hits her, hoping that Patricia can hold her stomach until she's a safe distance away. "We need to get some water into you."