[ Stede goes back to that awkward little wilt, his hands hovering for a moment before they droop down to his side to hang there awkwardly. He doesn't know what to do to make this better, and he doesn't know what he's done to make Ed so jumpy. He can understand not wanting to be taken care of when ill - he had been rather sour about it when Mary had made the attempt, mostly because he hadn't much liked the idea of her touching him - but it has never been something that had bothered them before.

Eyes wide, all Stede can do is watch as Ed turns and begins to walk away, almost as if fleeing. A sour note of hurt rushes through him as he watches. He wants to chase after him immediately, but he doesn't know if he's allowed to now, not with Ed acting the way he is and the strange, sudden distance he's put between them. ]

Ed, mate, hold on a moment -

[ He follows after, down towards the washroom, and hovers at the door as he ears Edward inside. It's not really proper to stand and listen to another man use the ameneties, though, so he fumbles for a moment before he lifts his head and speaks. ]

I'll go and get Roach to make you some tea, alright? I'll take it to your room, you can - ah - rest.