[ Well that didn't fucking work, and Ed's getting increasingly pissed off about it, because at this point, more than curing the mystery ailment, he just wants to know what the hell is wrong with him.
Stede's presence, especially that hand of his on Ed's shoulder, is reassuring, at least. Even if Ed's pissed the hell off, it's kind of a relief to be sharing his feelings with other people who might be able to help. Maybe Stede was right about that whole "talk it through" motto he's always rattling off.
Though at the mention of the tea, Ed looks down at it dubiously. Did Stede poison him? No, hang on, this started before the tea, and he didn't eat anything weird— Wait, did he? 'Potpourri???' He looks up at Stede, wide-eyed. ]
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Stede's presence, especially that hand of his on Ed's shoulder, is reassuring, at least. Even if Ed's pissed the hell off, it's kind of a relief to be sharing his feelings with other people who might be able to help. Maybe Stede was right about that whole "talk it through" motto he's always rattling off.
Though at the mention of the tea, Ed looks down at it dubiously. Did Stede poison him? No, hang on, this started before the tea, and he didn't eat anything weird— Wait, did he? 'Potpourri???' He looks up at Stede, wide-eyed. ]
The fuck is that?