"Not what I usually do to clear my head, but it worked." He looks a bit younger now, his true age showing through and there's a softness around his eyes that wasn't there before. Percy may have a fountainhead of anger in him, but when he's not getting egged on by zadza, it's buried far below his affable self.

He runs a hand through his hair and quickly tugs on his own shirt. He moves oddly as he does so, but it's only to keep his back turned away from Ianthe. A spray of smaller scars over his front isn't much to look at, but his back is a different matter.

"Going forward, I should be able to better recognize the signs, and I do feel that I am in your debt. I could've really hurt someone." He did, with an axe, but he doesn't mean in that way. "Thank you, again."