Re: 6th
Derek's eyebrows drew together when he saw Stiles putting weight on his leg, and he went with his instinct, ducking and scooping Stiles up once more before Stiles could protest (physically, anyway). "You shouldn't be putting weight on your foot if you can avoid it," he said in a low voice, barely chiding as he carried Stiles to the master bath in Derek's room. He wasn't in the mood to navigate the smaller bathroom in Stiles' new room. He put Stiles down on the toilet, letting his fingertips rest on Stiles' wrist so that he could drain a bit more of Stiles' ache away while he got the shower running.