He didn't think he had a cause after the destruction of his world, only a promise in exchange for the safety of his loved ones. It seemed more like a bargain, something held over his head rather than being born out of his honor.

Now, he could remember why he fought, why he openly declared himself for her cause. He believed in her. It didn't matter which world they called home, it was just as possible for her to make something better of this one. Perhaps not as queen, but that didn't matter. Whatever her station or titles, even if they were none at all, she would always leave the world better than she found it. "I have one." Now he did.

"This is different than an army of the dead." Though not by much. It was still magic all the same. "All others from our world don't remember Winter's arrival or many of the things that happened before your arrival to Westeros. Only me." And her. She remembered.

He nodded, his own dead here as well, but they are set aside in his mind for the feel of her against him and the warmth she brings him. He smiles as his fingers brush through her hair. "The mages did me one kindness." His eyes held hers, as warm and gentle as that night. "I needed you and they brought you here."