[sansa listens, smiling gently when he talks about his foster family––it's not an arrangement entirely unknown to her, in fact it's the accepted arrangement for same-sex couples in westeros, when she has seen them married in trench.

but her heart plummets when he says the jedi didn't marry as a rule. of course some part of her wants to snap that he didn't say that, that he said it was a tradition, but she holds her tongue and shuts her eyes for a moment. when she speaks, she speaks carefully.]

If you had told me you couldn't marry, I should have been glad to live as Queen Naerys and Aemon the Dragonknight. But now that I've seen a life that we built together, it's very difficult to put aside.

[she draws a breath.]

I can, if I must. I would rather stay as we are than go looking for love with someone else. I do love you, and I would be very happy living as you describe. I don't mean to work out a betrothal right away. But––what you describe does sound very like the marriage we had, in the vision. I knew I couldn't bind you to Winterfell. We had to trust in one another. It still frightens me, a little. I had hoped that someday it wouldn't.