The mention of wine made him nod. "Yes, I believe that it is." Her faint smile teased one from him as well, though he didn't want to return it. She just inspired that in him. "If you can't remember, then it's been far too long. I believe it could help you feel better." He wasn't a medical doctor by any means, and certainly not a psychologist. But Archer knew what made his life more bearable. Perhaps it would do the same for Isobel's.
After a moment's pause, he leaned in and brushed a light kiss over her forehead. His face was red, but he pretended not to notice as he drew back. "Don't lose hope," he said quietly.