Phalanx can't react that quickly, especially when at least half of their attention is divided up on other things. Part of their mind is on the new curiosity of the cards, part is still back on the story about birds and death, and only a little is left to spare for the body. With them still curled up in the place they had previously been trying to retreat into, they haven't thought about moving in a little while. Robin pulls on dead, unoccupied weight, and Phalanx looks confused.

"Tell the story? We're going?"