Phalanx nods at Robin's question, but the dry part of the blanket is still anxiously looped up and over to form a makeshift hood and hugged close. The creature is settling down comfortably in the warm water, but they're still watching with vague concern as the fabric floats on the surface of the bathwater--turning wet and dark and sinking as it absorbs.

Yeah, the water is warm enough, but Phalanx is already beginning to wonder if there is maybe going to be a blanket problem here soon. Right now, it's just a guess.