Phalanx is very happy not to resurface during any of that. Robin knows exactly how much discomfort they're in after such busy, disquieting hours--the bones of their psyche have been pushed too far in too many directions. Their memory and mentality might be more flexible after being so stirred-up, but the side-effects are painful and exhausting.

There's tangible relief once they finally retreat somewhere quiet and familiar. "Back, back, back..." Phalanx murmurs into the blankets.