She doesn't fight him, honestly she is in no shape too even if she could, so she does little more than make a pained noise (a wordless complaint) as he takes her by the arm and drags her to the chair.

His voice tells her she's safe, she believes him but at the same she doesn't feel safe. It clashes with the haze in her mind, everything that tells her it is okay.

Regardless she sits (no other choice) and her stomach twists uncomfortably.