Franklin chipperly trotted over to Willow. He didn't want her to get mad at Timothy because of a something as trivial as this. Timothy was really cool, even if he was a bit timid, and a good friend, he could already tell that. Franklin started getting a bit more timid as he got over to Willow, seeing as she was a fire type, and seemed to be under a lot of stress right now. "Hey, um, Willow?" he said timidly. Then he took a deep breath and put on a smile.

"Willow, um, I think Timothy has PS... PTD, something like that, and someone here just triggered it. It'll probably go away after we all start working together. Right now, though, I think we should just give him a minute or two to calm down and get ready to handle things in the mystery dungeon. We don't want him getting hurt because he's not focused," the small Turtwig said to the Braixen. It had taken a lot of courage for the little fun loving turtle to speak his mind like that, though. He hoped it paid off.