"PTSD," Willow corrected Franklin. "It stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." Willow then turned back to Timothy. "Okay, Timothy. Keep calm. Deep breathes. Inhale, exhale, all that jazz." She nodded. "Maybe you should take Lillith's suggestion and go outside for a few breathers, okay? We can't have you fainting in the middle of the dungeon, especially considering you're a rock type and, well, considering how many grass types there are in Mushroom Forest, you wouldn't stand a chance." She paused, realising that was not the best motivator. "I mean... no pressure."

[i]Smooth, Willow. Really smooth.[/i]

"Lillith," Willow continued, turning to the Eevee. "Please take him outside for a moment, there's a good girl. You two can stay behind for a bit until you're ready to leave. We'll go ahead and wait for you outside Mushroom Forest. You... do know you're way there, I presume?"