Eleven laughed, feeling at ease for the first time since arriving.

"It's not so bad," he assured, "The magic is strange and the classes were something to get used to, but it started to make sense after a little while, I think."

How long had it been since he'd been here? And why did it feel like he hadn't seen Erik in years, when he'd only just left some hours ago? ..Or, well.. Eleven frowned to himself, tapering off for a few moments. But the thoughts felt too big to digest in the moment, so he shook them off for the present.

"And don't worry, you're allowed to modify your uniform, at least."

Or, Modify- that was a branch of magic here, right? He was reasonably sure he was remembering correctly.