Slight

"Slight and, frankly, feminine. I'd sooner judge you a saintess than a squire, were it not for the admittedly gargantuan build of a handful of the saintesses."

You blushed a bit as he drew attention to your stature. There was nothing for it: you'd been born with a body much like a woman's, slim and small. Thankfully, you didn't need to be a giant of a man to be a squire, but it hurt to be reminded of this, even in the context of an official physical.

"Hmph. I am not one to coddle my trainees, so I've never seen fit to speak kindly to you, but you will be happy to know there are plenty among the saintesses that will be happy to see such a squire enter the ranks. You must assert yourself lest you become a plaything or toy for the wilder egos among them. Assert yourself as a squire, Lavender."

… Privately, you wondered if it would be such a bad thing, having a heroic saintess treat you that way.

"Mind on the task, squire. Let us discuss your talents."