She can't blush more than she already is, so she just nods. "Arthur is bigger than I am, but your...more. I feel...I don't know... Fragile, I guess."

That frown makes her chuckle and she draws back to help him.

"Here, like this." She pulls on the lacing that binds the bodice together. It unknots and the fabric relaxes a bit. She pulls at the cord, drawing it out from the eyelets that kept the fabric together. It's similar to a corset, but without the supportive boning in the cloth. The tiny waist and perky breasts are all her and that elven blood of hers. "Then you can just pull the chemise off over the head."