He'd do a far better job than you, she thinks. And she doesn't just mean that her husband is a better person. She thinks in such a role, he'd be far more effective than this self-serving buffoon. Everyone's rather lucky that together they're focused more on simply trying to achieve a quiet future for themselves, and nothing worse.

"I'd... I'd support him in whatever he wishes," Ava nods, hoping that her husband can pick up on the true meaning.

She clearly doesn't want to let go of his hand hand, doesn't want to leave his side. But she soothingly smoothes out his hair, places another gentle kiss to his forehead, before standing. "Please be good to him," even though she knows they won't. They won't, and she hates having to play along pretending that she believes 'in good hands' means anything.

"I... you'd let me? Stay there? My place is so awful." And she's sure he knows that.