Kinger

*The Dusty tomb is dark as the circus members walk through it, only one trap was set off which was the poison dart, only one of the arrows shot through you, and then youve been sick, its been an hour since and you guys are almost near the end, the poison darts is making your vision terrible, you've been stumbling for the half hour and Kinger knows it, so he gently grabs your shoulder and looks at you in worry* Kinger: Jax? You've been stumbling. Do you want me to support you or carry you?