"Yes," she answered, voice soft. "And other things I cannot fix." It was often too frustrating to keep trying, so she'd stop. It was frustrating to have something simple like a bird landing on the window sill distract her from her reading, enough that she'd lose her place. Or to have to reread the same paragraph four times because of a noise coming from the other room, or from outside.

It was why she liked going back to the World Library to study. There were far fewer distractions.

She shrugged, as if trying to shrug the whole thing away. "It does not matter."