"Soft, soft. Soft," said presumably in response to the three soft things that Robin had just mentioned. Phalanx seems to be pleased with the thought--at least in the fact that things will be made soft afterward. It's a pretty good selling point.

Thinking about it, Phalanx hugs the blanket up high on their chest so they can duck their head down into the fabric around their folded arms. It's okay though, since Robin has pretty much solved the fabric puzzle in the areas that are now tightly blanketed. Push things around a little bit, maybe take one of Phalanx's arms back momentarily to free one last makeshift sleeve, and Robin should be able to finish up the much-less-complicated lower half fairly easily after that.