Phalanx seems a little surprised to be scooped up like that, but in all honestly, it isn't much more or less surprised than they are at most things. And once the shock of it settles, being carried is just one more point of solidity that they're drawn to like an especially photophilic moth to a flame.

But when they can't actually hunker down and melt into Robin's chest, they just do what they can to try and wrap any loose edges of blanket around themself.

"Go into the trees." Er... "Tree. One tree."