By then, an apology likely won't be needed; it's Myr's own damned pride in the way and that's nothing he can afford to linger on.

He holds tight to Sina's hand as Kit leads them through the alleys, nerves prickling and ears straining for any sign they've been discovered. Stopping's no relief from the anxiety when they're surrounded by the carrion reek seeping down from that window; it's all Myr can do not to gag when he draws a too-deep breath. It takes him a moment to swallow his revulsion.

"There's a window up there, I take it." He busies himself with slinging his staff across his back and securing it for the climb. Then he steps forward with a hand outstretched to find the first of the crates. It's quick work for him to feel out its dimensions, going so far as to get up on tiptoe to see how high up the edge of the one stacked on top it is. Doable, so long as the stack is stable--and he lays a hand on it and shoves to check as much. If they're going to knock it over, better now than when one of them's climbing.

It doesn't so much as wobble. "You two will need to be my eyes for that part; the climb's no trouble."

Still, it's probably best one or both of them precedes him up there and he moves aside with that thought in mind, gesturing them forward.