"I think they're beautiful," he assures her. He knows something about not truly fitting in in the world you live in. He knows something about having to hide who you truly are, too, even if that truth is also hidden from yourself. So he just wants her to be whoever she wants to be.

"Of course." He unclasps the necklace and loops it around her neck, then fastens it again. He looks at it for a moment almost wistfully before speaking again. "In Westeros, when a woman marries, she wears a cloak with the colors of her new husband's House. These are the colors of both of mine." He's still trying to navigate his new identity, and the House he had never imagined being a member of.