[ Stede frowns for a moment, already wanting to lean in and make another good attempt at checking Edward's temperature, but he doesn't want to push too far if he's uncomfortable. His hand flounders for a moment instead, hovering awkwardly, before he pulls it back and lets it drop down to his side. Stede also tries not to look too put out by it - no need to make Ed feel worse. ]

Are you sure?

[ Almost stumbling back, Stede watches the other man with a wounded expression on his face. Ed hasn't ever really moved away from him that sharply before and for a moment he wonders if perhaps he has done something wrong - or if, maybe, Ed really is sick and doesn't want it to catch, as it were. ]

I'll pour you some more, just a moment, then you can have some food and maybe that'll sort it all out...

[ He steps a little closer, lifting the water jug hopefully. ]