Edward frowns as Stede answers, that pesky gut instinct of his to protect Stede from harm kicking in. It's strong enough that his leg slides forward against Stede's, leaving Edward less closed-off than he had been.

"Tell me about the silver lining." he mutters, just to keep Stede talking. To give Edward some sort of comfort, not just in knowledge of what good may come, but the simple sound of the other man’s voice.