"Foreign pollen and whatever else, and Runaway got soap in his eyes," Trak wiped her nose and her eyes. The pollen outside was definitely thick, but aside from a slightly drippy nose and watery eyes, it didn't seem to do much else at first. Though, her throat itched, but she attributed it to allergies.
Runaway sneezed again, and again, and again, each sneeze more forceful than the last, and each one resulting in water splashing up his nose. He sputtered, coughed, and resorted to mouth-breathing as a long, thick string of snot hung from his muzzle.
Trak sniffed back some snot and tended to the Alakazam's runny nose. "Ugh, allergies must be acting up..." She handed him the washcloth and pointed down. "You want to wash... uh... yourself?"
Runaway's eyes watered and he sniffed, coughed, sniffed again, and sneezed. "Il brûle ..." It burns...
"Oh no, not another bladder infection..."
"Non, non. Yeux!" Runaway pointed to his face. No, no. Eyes!