Thing about clothes is that, while she wears layers, she doesn't wear those fiddly little underpinnings people call smallclothes. Her shape is her shape, and she's not big enough, chest-wise, to need support. So she's in a wool tunic, a linen undertunic, and wool leggings with garters. That's basically it.

Both tunics are pulled over her head at once. She's already flushed, pressing against his touch and his mouth, eager for his attentions.