"No, we need to go that way," says Inavet, pointing in a direction that is away from everything she's giving hell.

Up she gets, with a bit of urgency.

She considers. Does she really want to hide things anymore from her only ally here? Not really.

"... I'm magic, and I have been giving everything after us a very bad day ever since the first door opened," she says, in a rush. "The pain sounds were me, along with why most haven't found us yet. I have illusions and sound and a sort of area awareness, and some other things that are slightly less relevant, and I just made a trap there," she points, "for one of the newer ones. The maze seems to be learning what I can do and adjusting accordingly. It is concerning."