Phalanx's arms are bundled up inside the towel, but they still manage to snag the cloth with their fingertips and clutch it even closer. Having another blanket draped like a hood, scrubbing out the worst of the water, is sheer relief. And they still stick pretty close to the only significant source of warmth here, despite being wrapped up.

"Yeah. Cleaner. And... air?" Phalanx rubs their face against the towel that Robin is trying to dry their hair with. "There's too much air."