"Tyr-!" The idea of putting him to sleep flits through her mind and is immediately dismissed. As annoyed as she is, she isn't forcing him into restraints (an idea that almost makes her sick) unless he's dangerous.

Instead, she balls her fists and insists, "I want to help you! You know something's not right, so stop running away!" And she raises a hand now to jab a finger at his chest, just to emphasize her point.