She registered that the shoves were getting harder, more violent, and she was stumbling before managing to recover from his bruising hands, but that didn't change a thing for Aura. He was her brother, family, and you didn't walk away from family. She'd lived a life where she was loved, protected and cherished, despite being entirely different than anyone in the huge clan that was her world. It didn't occur to her to run or shy away, to use her ability against him, and so she didn't. She shoved again, and she screamed louder, as if it would make a difference. "You aren't LIKE that."