Daniel leaned over to get a good look at his hand. The bite looked pretty nasty, even if he hadn't torn the rat creature from it; since he'd had to do that much, the damage looked pretty bad. Not lethal, but it looked like it hurt. Removing the remnants of his cape, he held it up, then indicated with circular motion with his free hand that he meant to wind it around the other Tribute's hand.

Easier to give a visual at the moment then spend the effort on getting the words out through a bruised throat. Really, he was better at talking, people than this. On a good day.

This wasn't a good day.

The trails of red had begun to wind its way down the other man's arm. Daniel seriously hoped that they had begun to slow. As for poison...He could only guess at the symptoms. He might have been poisoned once or twice while on the job, but nothing that ended up lethal. He'd just felt like he wanted to crawl into a corner and not come out for a few weeks. "Feel sick usually; shakes, chills, nausea. Sweaty too maybe. Not that kind of doctor though."