Being clean was much better. It was odd. A month ago the filth from a couple of day's walk wouldn't have bothered him much at all. Maybe it would have been an excuse to go dive into one of the three streams the town was named for, but not something that would affect his mood. But in the last couple of weeks, he'd had more baths than in the rest of his life, and the apprentice couldn't deny it, he enjoyed relaxing in the heat. So much so that he did magically adjust it. Even if it took a couple of attempts. [Two mana spent]<br/><br/>Even scrubbing himself was enjoyable. The smooth skin of his disturbingly female body just felt much nicer when it was clean. Looked better too. And he still hadn't gotten bored of the breasts floating in front of him. Arran had no intention of staying a girl, but while he was here, having an all access pass to boobs was not something he wanted to pass up. In private, of course.<br/><br/>Afterwards, he just flopped down in one of his unused, oversized shirts and let sleep take him until the now familiar murmer of the inn coming to life woke him. It was much too early, the brunette thought with a groan. A sound which he repeated when he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Oh yeah, there was some stiffness. He considered trying to cast heat directly into the muscles to relieve them - but decided he didn't really know enough about that. He didn't want to cook himself.<br/><br/>He dragged his fingers through his hair, again resolving to either cut it or buy a brush, and got dressed - tying up his breasts again and slipping on the green dress he had bought. Hopefully it would make Jachym think he was demuring to this whole girl thing. Then he wouldn't push the whole "girl having sex" thing. After putting his boots on (after giving it as much of a polish as he could with spit and cloth), Arran made his way down, taking his time with breakfast before heading back to the lab and his lessons.<br/><br/>