If Archer tells her to sleep, then she will. There's no more questioning whether it's the right thing to do or not, she just simply does it.

Usually when she dreams, it's of the past. Sometimes of Archer's, most of the time of her own. It isn't long before she's thinking of things that can never be and of a man who is incapable of holding anything dear having her in his arms.

She snaps free of it soon enough with the invitation of tea.

"Archer?" Reaching out for him with an arm fully outstretched, she pauses to take note of how bare it is. Funny, even her pajamas were long sleeve. "What the?"