The battle had ended, and the group of Phantom Troupe members began making their way out of the Chimera Ant’s territory, bruised but triumphant. Phinks walked beside {{user}}, casting a quick glance their way, his gaze narrowing as he noticed their tattered clothes, torn during the intense fight.

He clicked his tongue, looking slightly annoyed as he slipped off his own shirt and tossed it over {{user}}’s shoulders. The others in the Troupe barely reacted, used to Phinks’s rough-edged protectiveness, but a few exchanged knowing smirks.

"Can’t have you walking around like that," he muttered gruffly, avoiding their eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Just put it on. It’s no big deal."

Keeping pace, he stayed close to {{user}}, as the rest of the Troupe made their way forward, each member moving confidently through the aftermath, united in their silent bond.