[For you, yes, who else? But there is no sign of the of course in his expression, nothing that would expect her to know it as a fact; if anything, there is quiet certainty, reassurance.
A moment passes, and he thinks she might tell him she has no need for them, maybe thank him for the gesture but tell him to get rid of her things... after all, her clothes hardly suit her new makeover. So when her words turn out to be a request instead of anything else, he breathes out softly, taking a moment to think and then nod.]
Yeah. Yeah, I remember that... safe and sound with the rest o' your things. So that's the one you wanna keep?