Swamped

You're not the sort to sit still when someone's in trouble. Especially not when there's a good chance you're the one who endangered them in the first place.

Though you might as well put some effort into keeping Ash from slipping away to do who-knows-what.

"Suit yourself. Yell if you run into any trouble, and maybe I'll be able to run back in time to rescue you."

Ash doesn't seem particularly moved.

"We've seen no sign of anything actively dangerous. Just illusory hallways. It's significantly safer to stay in one place."

"Yeah, well, somebody made those illusions. And maybe if the illusions don't work, they'll get a bit more active. But hey, not my problem if you want to make yourself a sitting mallow."

Ash sighs, and starts walking.

"Fine, I'll come. I don't plan on going through any more illusions, but we might as well figure out exactly where we can go safely."

Well. You'll see how that goes. The next corridor you go down seems perfectly fine, so you wave down to Ash and he follows, if a bit suspiciously. You manage to reach another room, and go poking your head in to see if the kid is around. Ash waits outside, because of course he does.

The room is mostly empty, aside from a couple of tables. What could this have been used for? Meetings? Seems a bit plain for that. And it's too far from the kitchen to be good for meals.

Wait. What's that in the corner?