She protested the description once, if only in her mind. She does not now, for that he speaks the truth as he sees it is evident and undeniable. And it is hardly as though she minds his calling her thus. Not when it is Caranthir who says it.

Undoing the ties on her dress is simple enough, and lifting it over her head easier still, but she is more flushed when that act is done. Despite this she sits up straight, letting him look his fill of her, the only sign of nervousness the way she licks her lips before eventually speaking. "I did wonder...when you were making that dress, how much you must have thought of...what lay beneath it."