After Machiavelli left, Claudia next to dragged Ezio by the forearm upstairs and into her room, Maria following just behind the two. She couldn't say that she was happy about this change to her son, well she guessed daughter now, as it seemed beyond strange. But she couldn't say she was all so horribly upset either. He, well she, could be dead, right?

Inside Claudia's room now, she watched as she managed to pursade a very, very reluctant Ezio out of the robes she was probably so used to accustium to wearing. Putting the armor side. Now she sat on the bed in illfitting trousers and a white shirt while Claudia was looking through her waredrobe. At last pulling out one of her older dresses from a couple years back.

"Here try this one one." She told her as she handed the heap of burgandy fabric and gold lace to her "brother".

Ezio stared at the dress as she asked, "Can't I just continue wearing my robes?"

Claudia shook her head, "Just play along, you'll blend in better."

This still didn't convince her, and she scofted, "Well I'd still like to be able to fight effectively."

The younger rolled her eyes as she told her, "I promise, it's only temporary. We can find you something else a bit later. But just try this on for now."

Ezio sighed, grumbling something about how redicule dresses were before taking the dress and walking into the bathroom. Though five minutes later, she was heard cursing and such, and Maria walked inside to see her fumbling around still trying to figure out how to put the gardment on. So she desided to help her out.

Another ten minutes, lots of curses directed towards dresses and the Apple, and trying to get Ezio to quit struggling around, they finally managed to get it on. Claudia smiled at her choice in the color and picked at some little frills to fix them. When she was content, she noted, "It suits for you."

Ezio only blushed deep pink, "I feel so stupid."

Maria couldn't say she was surprised. But it'd have to do for now. Seeing as they didn't have much else, unless Ezio was more content dressing in a courtesan's dress. Which she highly doughted. Sometime soon she'd take her out to the market and get something that would still fit a woman's appearence and get her to quit complaining. But mens clothes weren't an option.

"Yes, that's expected." Claudia noted. "Now we need to think of a name, since calling you 'Ezio' would tip off the guards."

"Eliza prohaps?" Maria suggested.

Claudia smiled, "It's different enough. I'm sure no one will suspect a thing."

Leonardo sat in the workshop still studying the Apple, trying to figure out how it could have changed his friend. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he merely shrugged the hand off and put his forehead in the cup of his palm with a sigh. He had no clue what it did, what Ezio did.

"Mistro, it's late. You should get some rest."

The blonde ignored Salai's request.

"Please, you aren't helping by exhausting yourself." His apprentice reasoned. "At least take a break."

The inventer didn't move from his position, leaning on the workbench with one arm, the other hand on his face and rubbing his temples to sooth the headach he had.

"Mistro?" Salai sounded more worried this time about Leonardo's lacking a responce. He tugged on his sleeve and turned him away from the workbench and the Apple. Finally getting a look at the exhaustion engraved on the older's face. Dark circles provenent and eyes half open. "Get some rest."

Now looking away from the Apple, he was able to see that it was very, very late. The blonde nodded, dispite how frustrated he felt, his voice still came gentle, "Alright, I will. Maybe you should as well."

Salai smiled at his apparent victory, and walked away to his own room. Leonardo stiffled a yawn before shuffling to his room. He didn't bother to undress, he just kicked his boots off and laid down in his bed, letting the red satin hat fall onto the pillow and pull some stray strans of pale blonde hair with it. Sleep easily taking him.