Derek smiles at the compliment and then watches as Barry begins to eat. He feels something like pride unfurl inside of him, and it's like his wolf is finally starting to settle for the first time that this whole mess started. Barry is safe and warm and provided for, and Derek can finally relax.

He leans against the pillows and cuts off his own piece of steak, tempting as it is to just pick it up and gnaw on it. Conversation lulls due to the distraction of a hearty meal, and Derek licks juice from his fingers before letting out a satisfied sigh. "There's also a stack of pies that seems to have appeared in my kitchen. Don't eat the meat pie one. It's a special werewolf recipe."

The pie isn't harmful to humans, he's pretty sure, but why take the risk?