Derek lets out the breath he'd been holding when Stiles stiles down, eyes closing almost instantly when Stiles touches him. It soothes the pain, and it's easier to feel his skin slowly knitting back together. It's a tingling warmth, and it just lulls Derek closer to sleep.

"Just this," he says quietly, taking a chance and putting his hand over Stiles' on his chest without opening his eyes. "And some sleep, and I'll be fine."