His chakras? What? Derek's brow furrowed, but he didn't pull away. Sick or not, he had never been one that liked to be touched, but he knew he had to behave and cooperate. That was one thing that he was sure about - if this was supposed to work, he had to do his part. So, when Destiny held out her hand, Derek didn't step back to move away. He just watched her cautiously, the wounded wolf in him trying to assess if she was going to hurt him or help him.
The way she managed to calm him down, though, was so unexpected that he was surprised to find himself even breathing easier. As if the frayed nerves and overwhelming everything that was rushing through him was finally allowing him to breathe easier, and he had forgotten that this was the way it was supposed to be. The relief was enough to make him oblivious to her reaching out to him, and he felt something lodge itself in his throat when he felt her fingers against his scar. The room felt like it spun again, but he just concentrated on his breathing. Follow her voice. She had told him to follow her voice to come back to safety, and he did so before he could let the nausea kick back in.
Shirt off. Right. A shiver ran along his spine at the idea of taking off the layers he was wearing, just because he was cold and he didn't want to lose the warmth of his coat and shirt, but he had to cooperate. So, after giving Lydia's hand a small squeeze, he took off his coat and handed it to her, before taking off his shirt and giving it to his mother. Like before, there was no bruising, or any sign that the scar should be anything other than what it looked like: a jagged line of skin that had never healed, one that was from the side of his stomach down to his hip bone. It had been why Derek had never given it much thought before, even if scars were not supposed to possible for his kind of werewolves. With the torture methods that Dick Roman used on him, though, he had been sure it was just his way of always making him remember what he lived through. After all, Derek had refused to take him up on his offer of making him forget his ordeal like he had done to Isaac and Cora.
"Heat?" He finally asked Destiny. His throat felt dry, but he cleared it again to try and get rid of the sensation. "Why would it be giving off heat?"