"Oh, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again," Ianthe replied. But she would note that offer in her journal once she started an entry for Percy. She might not remember his entire long, ridiculous name, but he made enough of an impression that she was going to make a note.

"Keep your zadza in check. I don't want to have to kill you. The resurrection process is excruciating, so I've been told." Ianthe decided to leave him with that to chew on, and left Percy there surrounded by the blood that quickly turned to ash then flaked away as the lyctor wasn't one to leave her own blood just lying around.