Lily flinched, and stumbled backward, which was really more to the side because she couldn't move any further backward than she was. She slammed one hand back to catch herself on the counter, shuddering before she shook her head.
She could have a conversation, really. She could talk coherently about this. She could not be having a panic attack about this door. It was ... a door. "You should ... close that," she instructed Lizzy in a tight voice. Not pleading, not yet, but gosh if she wasn't close to it.
It was ridiculous, honestly, but phobias were like that, weren't they? With little to no basis in reality, but try telling her mind that.