Beck watched carefully as the other Tribute took off whatever remained of his cape, before showing him to wrap it around his. Beck found his own cape pretty handy; it didn't feel like taking whatever was left of his to use it seemed like the right thing to do. "Are you sure...?" Beck asked quietly...but he wrapped it around his hand, anyway. It hurt...pretty bad, but he clamped his mouth down, until the bite was behind the layers of cloth. It felt like it didn't help, but he couldn't see anymore blood. That was a start, he supposed.

He listened carefully to the symptoms of poison, and nodded. Beck wasn't all too familiar with feeling nauseous or sweaty. Maybe it felt more like being infected with a virus. "I'll tell you if I feel anything." It would help if he knew what those things felt like, though...

"...What does it feel like when you're nauseous?"