The big knight's hard eyes softened. "You poor, poor woman," he whispered, "to be taken advantage of in such a vile manner..."
Brian looked up, his hopeful eyes still dribbling tears down his soft, elven cheek.
Sir Thomas relaxed his vise-like grip, and arose, freeing Brian. The doppelgänger was glad to have the big knight's considerable weight off of him.
"Have no fear, gentle elf," Sir Thomas intoned, as he picked his clothes up off the ground, "I shall not abandon you to this awful fate!"
"Oh thank you, good Sir Thomas!" Brian exclaimed in a worshipful voice, even as a devlish plan formed in his mind.
Sir Thomas began to put his clothes on. The process was slow and awkward - the growth of his frame made it difficult to squeeze into his old clothes. "We shall confront the one who did this to you, fair lady," the knight continued, "and when he is dead, you will be free from his control."
"Will I still be a doppelgänger?" Brian asked, making his voice sound as if that was a distasteful possibility.
"I imagine not," the knight replied. "Your resistance to his will means that the change is not yet complete. If he is killed, you will return to normal within a few days. You are lucky, Arwyllen, that you are not completely his. If you were, his death would only free you from his control, but you would remain a monster."
The knight finished dressing himself. His clothing stretched tightly over his thick body, revealing every bulge and curve of his impressive musculature. His tunic was especially tight across his chest, back and arms, where the seams were clearly strained.
"Curses!" the Knight swore, "I'm going to have to get new armor now! The set I have will never fit this new body!"
"Oh no!" Brian gasped, worried that his newly formed plan would not come to pass.
Sir Thomas gave the doppelgänger a reassuring smile, "Fear not, gentle lady, I will not abandon you. I will be armored by the righteousness of this cause!"
The beautiful elf smiled. The plan would work after all.