When she began to rage, Archer sighed patiently. "Nobody is calling you crazy, Isobel." Maybe telling her that she was traumatized had been a bad move. He could never tell what was good and bad with other people. As she began to move towards the bathroom while suggesting that she was getting better, he raised a hand to his temple and rubbed it gently. This was going to be trying.
"He's right," he said after Luther spoke. "I'm willing to aid in the payment of any bills you accrue. The important thing now is that you get healthy." He followed her as she stormed away, reaching out with a bony hand and grabbing her wrist. For a moment, his stony expression melted, revealing something almost depressingly human beneath. "Please, Isobel," he murmured.