The realisation that this was a fight that she was not going to win was starting to seep in, along with a soul-deep weariness that had her pressing close against Archer, fingers tangled in his shirt sleeves. She didn't want to give in, to admit that she needed help, but...
For a moment, she thought of her mother and father back home, and she knew they wouldn't want to see her like this. Another sigh escaped her, hitched with a quiet sob, and finally she nodded her head in defeat.