This, Phalanx can listen to without a fight. And maybe Robin has bought enough distance between then and now that Phalanx has returned to some sort of forgiving balance.

It's hard to tell for sure, with the way that both of their hands are bundled up somewhere in the blanket again. There could be pins wadded up in their fingers, stuck in the folds of cloth, or left behind on some shelf. Appearance-wise, Phalanx has found some equilibrium with wavy blondish hair and brown eyes--a little different than what they had first walked in here with, but not shockingly so.

Either way, they toddle over curiously, and at least halfway try to make sure that their blanket doesn't catch on anything as they do so.