The next time she shoved him, it was with a closed fist - a punch to his upper arm more than his chest, hard enough to make it clear she wasn't playing around but certainly not her full strength. "Just leave! Get out!" The last word was almost a shriek, desperation clear in it as she pushed him back again. "You have to go or-" Or all of this hasn't meant anything. You have to go or else I've done it all for nothing. She could feel her throat tightening.