"I have no doubt of it," Ned replies quietly as he follows at her side. He allows her to lead him to what is to be his new home, stealing furtive glances at her whenever he is able to without her notice.

Once at the bottom of the stairs of their porch, he skims the structure with a bemused consideration. It isn't lost on him that the colors are so reflective and indicative of their family crest. It isn't Winterfell by any means, and it is unlike any dwelling he'd previously encountered, yet there is a familiarity lingering there that he can't quite place.

"Did you and your siblings pick the colors?" he asks, speaking over his shoulder at her.