"Both, if you're countin' the creepy cultists, but mostly the latter." Jayden almost tells Blake that he should just sit back down, both because there's nowhere worth going right now and because Blake seems like he could really use the rest, which can be difficult to come by. But he also gets the need to move, to work out some nervous energy, to do literally anything to distract yourself, and so decides not to call him out on it just yet.

"There's some sort a' thing that reaches into the pit to try and grab people, so if you hear a shrieking noise, try and get out of reach." Jayden idly inspects the edge of one of his sleeves; it's a little singed from the acid, not that it really matters considering how damaged it already is. "There's also some sort of fucked up lookin' thing with like, sticks for a face, but it mostly stays outta' the main part of this place."

And of course those aren't the only threats, but probably best to give Blake a moment to process that, especially if he doesn't have monster-monsters in his world. He's not totally sure that's the case, but thinks it might be a safe guess considering he'd asked for clarification.