"I suspect you're right. I only just rinsed out these clothes last night, but I certainly need more than one outfit. And I'm not sure how pleasant you'll find being in all that cowhide in the middle of a desert." Stede smirked a little at that to himself, but then let it soften into a smile as he turned to wet the rag in his hand, lathering it in soap.
Then he brought it over and carefully lifted it to Ed's face, wiping away the remnants of grease paint on his skin gently. "And a bath is perfectly suitable. It's more familiar, at least." His eyes were on what his hand was doing, but he paused a moment to meet his gaze. "You'll stay here with me, won't you? At least tonight?"