"Leave it," Ed scoffs, "I've got one you can have. Doesn't suit me, anyway." he moves across the room to fetch it, pulling it from a small bin of his few belongings. He gives it a short sniff, decides it's scent is inoffensive enough, and tosses it Izzy’s way.

Ed watches Izzy as he reclines slightly against a nearby surface, heaving a deep sigh, "Saw you out there with that sword. You're fucking good."