As she clung to him, he sighed, holding her close. A normal man would have been moved by her pleas. Archer was no normal man. "I'm sorry, Isobel," he said, shaking his head. "But you can't stay like this. You'll only decline, and then it may be too late for you to recover." He frowned. "I only have your health in mind. I would never do anything to harm you."