Chapter three:
"They're broken. It pains me so, oh Kirry!" Pan moaned. Kirjava flinched slightly at the nickname, but settled at hearing Pantaliamon's playful voice.
"It is their life, my dear friend. Oh how we thirst for each other, but never quenched,"
"You know it Kirjava. But how painful it already is for you and me! To know that we can communicate, but never really seeing or touching, oh how agonizing!"
"We found out, at least. This way we know each other is safe. Is this not good? Perhaps, but why live in ignorance, when we can live in hope for hearing Lyra's sweet voice again. I see how much Will longs for Lyra, so much that he cannot control his fleeting desires in a moment of stupor," Kirjava paused to let Pan sink in this stunning news. Then she continued.
"Will is a father. He needs Lyra desperately." And Pan could sense the urgency in his lover's voice. He gasped, despite himself, and wondered if he should be delighted for the new father, or livid at the human's betrayal.
Kirjava felt the emotions. Like layers and layers of worlds placed on top of each other, but never really meeting, Kirjava and Pan would have been next to each other- if they were in the same world. They were so close, and for that reason, Kirjava sensed the thumping heart of her aficionado.
-Lyra-
Lyra was aware of her dæmon's anguish. She lept up from her study table, and lashed words she would never have believed to be spoken. Pan was crying, and each tear created a sensation that trembled throughout her body. She winced in twinge sometimes, and she felt bubbly all over again. Anxious, she paced the room with quickening steps.
Where's Pan? What happened to him? Should I go find him?
Yet the taboo, or rule, or policy at both creatures held true resounded- If I amble, do not seek me, I am entitled my privacy.
-Dæmons-
"You had better return to Lyra..." Kirjava was so reluctant, yet they were so near yet so detached, how was she to comfort her very best friend? Words could explain and sooth, but a hug would be the best way to understand and cure grief. She sucked breath in subtly at this haunting discovery. "She'll take care of you, and I am sure she is feeling the pain now. You need each other; you need each other more than I need you or more than Will wishes Lyra! Please Pan, spare yourself the hurting, it stings me too, you know."
Pan sniffled very delicately, and returned to Lyra. Will needed Kirjava too, the female dæmon understood, and she made her way back to the London terrace.