In more ways than even Robin knew about, apparently. He steps away for just a moment, skirting around the things still scattered along the floor and reaching down into what looks like a large, plastic crate disguised as a pile of old, wrinkly clothes. It turns out that it holds towels and washcloths and dish rags--and Robin pulls out the biggest, fluffiest towel that he can find.
It's an ugly shade of dirt-green. Someone, at some point, put it upon themselves to embroider little green flower knots periodically throughout the fabric, which are just waiting to be picked off by fidgety fingers.
Robin comes back with this, opening it up near the tub for Phalanx to step into.
"Here, leave the blanket in the bath. We'll wrap you in this instead."
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In more ways than even Robin knew about, apparently. He steps away for just a moment, skirting around the things still scattered along the floor and reaching down into what looks like a large, plastic crate disguised as a pile of old, wrinkly clothes. It turns out that it holds towels and washcloths and dish rags--and Robin pulls out the biggest, fluffiest towel that he can find.
It's an ugly shade of dirt-green. Someone, at some point, put it upon themselves to embroider little green flower knots periodically throughout the fabric, which are just waiting to be picked off by fidgety fingers.
Robin comes back with this, opening it up near the tub for Phalanx to step into.
"Here, leave the blanket in the bath. We'll wrap you in this instead."