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She was still trying to talk Carlo into letting them leave, going back through Cittagazze after Lyra, and to him, after the knife. However, he was proving difficult to convince. He was so fearful of the spectres, but as soon as he described them Marisa knew there was nothing to worry about, not in regards to her anyway.
In the meantime of trying to convince him, however, Marisa found herself going back to the office of Mary Malone. She tried to resist such an urge, but she found herself unable to stay away. She wanted to learn more about this woman, so respected in her field, head of a department, a real one so unlike the farce the Magisterium “gave” her.
She was tempted to leave without her daemon yet again, but she knew if she did, it would be far too exhausting after yesterday. She still felt the claws of Pantalaimon dug into her skin, the back of her neck even bleeding a little in an all too familiar feeling of childhood bitemarks of her mother’s daemon. This she hid with her hair down today. The golden monkey remained at her heels and the two of them realized he would be asked about. It wasn’t like in her world where this was normal, where people didn’t ask questions like the ones that would inevitably be asked. They would have to share his name, one they didn’t use to anyone else but to each other. She didn’t want to, but it would be strange to a person of this world to have an animal without a name, and Marisa didn’t know what else she would call him. Coming up with his name was hard enough. Other daemons were given names at birth, they weren’t given that luxury.
Marisa hesitantly knocked on the door. She asked and was told that Mary was still in her office, but about to leave. Hopefully her intrusion wouldn’t be too much of an annoyance. Her expression of worry and fear was forced to leave her features, replacing them with a smile and a bright-eyed expression for when Mary answered the door.
