As Stede begins to sit, Edward lowers himself with him as if it had been choreographed. Then again, he's always in sync with Stede, even when he's not.

The water stings at his body as he sits, and he can feel instant relief in his joints as the warmth envelopes them in a way he's certain he's never experienced. Or perhaps it's just been that long. He can't help the groan that leaves him then, especially as he gives in and leans back against the wall of the tub with a slow exhale.

"Fucking miraculous." he sighs, not letting go of Stede's hand, either.