Derek has the grace to give her a look of sympathy. He knows that feeling; permanently exhausted. He spent a good decade or so of his life in permanently exhausted mode. Derek does not miss it. "That really sucks," he says empathetically, frowning. It's a shitty feeling and what's worse is that the literally won't get a day off to recharge. Ever. Days off are not a thing here.

Her plan sounds good enough for Derek, so he nods. "Yeah, that works. You want me to get Alcide to come or...?" Derek lets his question trail off. He doesn't really know where the two of them are with one another because he and Alcide aren't that close and he hadn't seen Buffy in a few days. In Derek's experience, a lot can happen in a couple of days and he doesn't want to assume.

Seeing that eyebrow arch, Derek laughs a little. "Not like that," he insists gently. "Nah, that kid he hangs out with was in our room when I woke up in the middle of the night. If I had to guess, she got hit with the fucked up dream bug, too. And while Derek has no idea where Buffy and Alcide stand, her reaction does give him a general idea of where they might be, whether she means for it to or not.