"...Thanks," Robin says uncertainly to the both of them.

"Anyway, you guys gonna go back to bed, or what?"

Vincent doesn't move to let go of Phalanx or anything, which Robin notices. There's a reason he hasn't rushed in to take his strange pet back, after all.

"I suppose. Phalanx, how are you feeling?"

As Robin asks this, Vincent actually settles back against his comfortable old couch, tipping his head back to rest on the back of it. He's starting to remember how tired he is, and how he had been trying to sleep before all of this happened.