Robin has a soft warning for Phalanx when they bang their knee, looking over their shoulder to make sure that nothing too dramatic has happened--but since no one is bleeding and the display hasn't completely toppled, it isn't enough to actually get him to stop.

By the time they're outside, the air feels a little livelier. More people roaming the streets, carrying baskets and parcels, making trades with people that they know, chatting and haggling while they still have early-morning energy. Robin leads Phalanx away from the strange tent, but leans over to talk to him just a couple of stalls later.

"Are you all right?" he says, cautious but extremely curious, "How's your head feel?"