"Okay. Doing okay," Phalanx murmurs, but the tension is noticeable in their voice now. The arm that has been the most freed is curled up snug against their torso, and the arm that Robin is currently working on is getting fidgety, now that they're thinking about their own state of being. Dirty fingers twitch and curl, but Phalanx continues to try and keep the rest of the arm still so Robin's work isn't disturbed.

"I feel... okay. That's right. Just okay."