Phoenix had a point about the Pyromaniac hell, but Pyrrhus had never really given the concept much thought. He could tell she was just being pouty now. "...should all be fine, unless you left some of the candles lit. The power seems to be holding up just fine, surprisingly." He looked up at the lights. "For now, anyways." He attempted to clean Phoenix's arm under the running water, trying to be careful of doing any more damage. "You didn't leave any lit, did you?" He'd passed her store briefly on the way down, but he was too busy dodging a bench about that time to check.