The lesson went fairly well. Hell, he'd even say very well. Normally his teacher was frosty and unforgiving on mistakes - impatient, even. Today, though, he seemed quick to help him when he stumbled through an exercise. Letting his apprentice take a second and third try at spells without dissolving into grumpy huffs and curt orders. Hells, they even meditated at the end of the day. Which felt a lot like sitting around quietly to Arran, who found all the visualisation and deep breathing had no affect. Even though he didn't feel centred, or more clarity or any of things he was apparently supposed to, he nodded and said he did - not wanting to ruin the strange mood.<br/><br/>Actually, sitting there in the bizarre cross-legged stance (which, by the by, made him think about how this dress could ride up) just let him concentrate of the strange feeing in his chest. A bit warm. A bit... tight. He wasn't entirely certain when the sensation had started - like a headache that seemed like it had always been there - but Arran was fairly certain it had something to do with the potion. Either than or the bodice of his new dress was interacting weirdly with his breast strapping. Normal woman didn't wear the strapping with this type of dress - he was sure. There was some sort of other underclothes at work - or the bodice. If only he could ask his mother or his sisters, without, them seeing him as a girl. Okay, boy-him asking about it would be weird too.<br/><br/>He shook his head and made his way from Jachym's large house and made his way back to the centre square. The light of the day was dying - lessons had gone for a long time; longer than usual. Shops were closing, and while some villagers were hanging around the town, he didn't really want to speak them - and he assumed the feeling was mutual. No, what he really wanted to do was relax his over-stiff legs and put some food in himself. But he also had a promise to fulfil. To solve Rachel, and Highfax's issues.<br/><br/>Sighing and feeling the good mood start to seep out of him, Arran went into the inn and ordered a meal as well as pint of ale. He'd need it for later.