"At her age...?" Ava doesn't mean to sound judgmental in her surprise, she herself had her own small collection of sentimental stuffed toys that had taken over their couch. But her interactions with teenagers had been kept rather limited, mostly to Darcy who was perpetually stuck in that strange 'don't treat me like a child' phase while still latching on to every other older man as a father figure. Which is half of her uncertainty, not knowing how to even approach. Because she's a rather poor choice of role model or mentor or reliable adult.

"I do wish I could have gotten to known her better," Ava admits almost apologetically, knowing how close he is to Ruby to consider her an adopted daughter. She's kept a careful distance, not wanting to overstep boundaries. But through the constant exposure to trauma and the crushing anxiety of trying to find a way out before it was all too late, Ava's emotional capacity had been worn far too thin. Painfully aware that she wasn't exactly her best self, afraid that trying to even get to know the young woman would go horribly wrong. Because once again, her experience is mostly with Darcy...

But here, there's none of that hanging over her anymore. No more weight of responsibility for the continued existence of a realm that's draining everyone of every ounce of happiness left. She nods. "Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea. What sort of things does she like...?" She trusts her husband not to steer her into trying to pursue a relationship that's unwanted.