Robin is lucky that the towel looks temptingly big and fluffy, because it's still a struggle for Phalanx to decide to leave the soggy blanket behind. There's a frown, a vague fidget of indecision... but they eventually totter up to their feet and let the blanket slough off their arms to splash back into the tub.

With that decision made, Phalanx hurries into the center of the towel and huddles roughly toward Robin's chest. Swaddling time!