"You toweled it completely dry?" Trak raised an eyebrow. "Not even spritzing it will help?" She shrugged and worked on soaping up and washing Runaway's mustache while he sat there in silence. "Come on, buddy, cheer up... Look, we can't go rushing into things, and really, we all need a break. You've been overworking yourself and if you go running in half-cocked, you could end up in trouble and be in worse shape. Let's use this opportunity to clear our heads and approach this with fresh eyes. You need it, I need it, and Arceus knows that Zoroark needs it. We all work better when we're rested and happy."
Runaway nodded slowly. "Je sais..." I know...
Trak lifted the Alakazam's chin with one hand. "We'll find them. I promise."