A little coil of tension slides out of his muscles when he feels Derek's hand move over his back. It's enough to get him to lower his shoulders away from his ears, to get him to not feel like he's going to get a headache from all of this. Leaning back so that he's sitting on his heels, he keeps looking over Derek, making sure everything is one piece, that COMPASS hasn't removed some part of him. Whatever the punishment is going to be--who the hell knows--it doesn't seem to be physical. At least from the outset.

At the mention of the cultists though, Stiles puts his hands out, patting the air in a 'its okay' motion. "Seem to have decided we're not worth their time. They are stealing shit, getting ready for something. Which is probably pretty bad for us, but hey, at least they aren't trying to murder us, right?"

Stiles moves to get out of the grave, and puts out a hand for Derek, giving a tight smile. "Come on. No point in staying in there if you aren't dead."