She was finally able to start the tasks of training the new "recruits" for her new promotion.

As Dallen gave her the instructions for the job, he couldn't look her in the eyes. 

The interaction was awkward for the both of them.
Tylorie with her steely gaze and broken heart. And Dallen reprimanding himself for hurting the girl he loved, but stayed firm in his resolve to not have her.

She glared at him when he told her she would be training captives like herself. She almost felt that she was somehow joining the organization she so firmly despised.

But she was bored with sitting in a room, and teaching people to fight wasn't that bad of an occupation, it kept her mind off of other, less pleasant things.

She had just finished a duel with one of the trainees and looked up from taking a gulp of water to see Dallen staring at her, longingly? But that wasn't right, it had to be her imagination. She shook her head and looked away, annoyed with her thoughts.

The next few weeks were as awkward as that day, a conversation between them was tense with unsaid words. Well, unsaid words on his part, but he wasn't going to say them any time soon.

There was a moment when they passed each other in a hallway:

When he looked up to see her, he froze. 

Seeing him actually looking at her it made her pause.

He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and snapped it shut, shaking his head and hurrying away, leaving her crushed and angry once again.

She cried herself to sleep that night. 

At the same time he lay in bed convincing himself he was doing the right thing as he listened to her soft cries.