Derek did move away. He did. But it was not how it should have been, was not the immediate, instinctive reaction he usually favoured. Usually, the first fractional movement would be enough to have him recoiling, but with her - with her he waited, waited until her fingers - soft as falling snow - rasped against his stubbled skin. Sucking in a sharp breath, he stepped backwards, gaze sweeping between her face and her outstretched hand as though she held a weapon. The cold, the mist, even the way she says his name - it was weird, for lack of a better word, and it made Derek's skin crawl, but stubbornness and some strange magnetism kept him rooted where he was.

Daybreak. Slowly, the rational thread of thought started to sink in, to take hold, and Derek welcomed it, seized reason like a lifeline. She had to be talking about Daybreak. He'd heard about the actions taken against the fae, even before meeting with Heiji and Stiles. Logic was a welcome distraction right now. While losing his head didn't exactly come easily to Derek, he was acutely aware of how wound up he was, and the fae Lady wasn't even doing anything. At least, he didn't think so. At least, he hoped she wasn't.

"Daybreak don't operate out of here."