Ophelia really had no idea why the woman was being so insistent about reading. She raised an eyebrow in confusion and continued annoyance. "Sure I'd prefer to know what's on that paper right now. I want to know any information that'll help me get out of this place and get my power back. However, I don't know about this world or yours, but in 'my world,' as you put it, most information that's relevant to me isn't given out that way. It's mostly just leaders, religious figures, and the highest members of the organization that learn how to read. All of what most people in the land know is passed along orally. You know, through speaking. Conversation. Like what you and I are doing right now? Seems pretty effective right now, and it's been effective for the organization - hell, for everyone in the land - for ages."

Ophelia licked her lips, still glad that she was able to defend herself at least in the spoken word. She really needed to know that she could still put up some kind of competent defense after the defeat she had experienced not hours earlier. "So why should it be a surprise that I haven't seen the point in learning a skill that practically no one in my world sees value in?" she asked, propping her chin up on her hand and giving the woman her best "so there" glare.