Robin smiles, doing what he can to help Phalanx get comfortable in his arms. No one pays them much attention here on the edges; it's easy to assume that Robin is just carrying around a bundle of clothing and blankets.

"That's right, the tree." He remembers their conversation from earlier, when he asked Phalanx what they thought of Vincent, "We'll sit in the shade for a bit. I bet he's not even awake yet."

Though, this time, a memory flashes across his mind. It had been trivial at the time, but he had once dragged an unconscious, bleeding Vincent through the forest on the outskirts of the town. The sun had been shining through the canopy of leaves overhead. The birds called out to both of them, the trees whispered their names to each other. It had been when Vincent lost his eyes. He'd left such a dramatic trail of blood all over the forest floor.

"...Hey, Phalanx," he starts asking, leading them back towards a service elevator, "Have you been up to the forest outside the city?"