Ianthe lifted her eyes to Percy, the look in them holding an intense hunger as though she would eat him alive and he'd love every moment of it, but it passed quickly as it was locked away. Straightening up, she fingered the tear in her top and decided it wasn't worth repairing.

"I'm good," she replied, voice a bit thick before she turned her head to cough up some clotted blood. Wiping her mouth, she then gestured with her hand and made all the blood - on herself, the ground, the axe, and Percy himself - decay rapidly to ask and dissipate on the wind.

"You're looking less smokey. Good."