[There's a moment of simply studying one another (and Edward wonders, briefly, if Stede believes him; if it's as clear across the quiet space as it is in the deepest places in his own chest), and then Stede seems to relax again. Edward's spine stays slightly coiled, cautious, watching his co-captain come drifting cheerfully back into his space.
His free hand goes first to Stede's wrist, brow slightly furrowed. Just for a heartbeat; an impulse to chase at whatever shadow had passed when they were briefly outside of one another's immediate orbit.
Then he takes the glass carefully, frown softening as he contemplates his own reflection.] You've got ribbons?
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His free hand goes first to Stede's wrist, brow slightly furrowed. Just for a heartbeat; an impulse to chase at whatever shadow had passed when they were briefly outside of one another's immediate orbit.
Then he takes the glass carefully, frown softening as he contemplates his own reflection.] You've got ribbons?