Sky thought about laying the blame at Storm's feet but the guy seemed nice enough (maybe too nice, but that was for another day) and besides, he was probably going to be the one person to keep Pyr from getting murdered in his sleep or out on the streets until the sweets could get procured. That aside, either Pyr didn't blame Storm one bit himself, or this was the way Storm was making it up to him. So Sky shrugged it off instead, deciding that maybe this wasn't the time to make a bad situation worse.
"Work sucks," he said instead with a shrug. "And Arwel doesn't pay me shi--" Oops, in a church. "I mean, he doesn't even pay me that much. Barely enough to live." Never mind that Arwel lodged the boy and had even paid for his medical expenses after his violent welcome to the city a few months back. He popped another one of the brownies in his mouth. "Anyway, you're letting Pyr hide out here. Hard to be mad at you for that." And that was all Sky would say on the matter for now.