Whimpering is a very real sound. He picks up on it quickly, cracking an eye open to see that the world is still just a dark bedroom with a large bed in the middle of it, and that Phalanx looks like he's having an even worse time of it than Robin.

'Look what you did,' slithers a thought almost his own, 'Ruined already...'

But he doesn't want to ruin it, so here he goes, curling forward to crawl across the bed and reach for something--an arm, a knee, something to pull them back to the room with him.

"No, hey..." Trying to pull himself up close again, speaking so as not to spook an already agitated creature, "Hey, it's okay... I'm sorry, I didn't think..."