A small, stubborn alpha part of him wants to buck back and say that he doesn't need anyone to take care of him, but that isn't true at all. Derek wants to be taken care of. He's wanted it since he lost his sister, the last caring presence in his life. When Barry offers to take care of him, Derek blinks and lets out a small whine for just how much he wants that.

"Yeah, okay," Derek responds, taking a breath and sitting up. He's still very naked, and he furrows his brow a bit as he looks around and tries to remember where he left his clothes. His own scent is carried over by a breeze, and he forces himself to stand as he looks at Barry sheepishly. "Can we detour that way so I can grab my clothes?"