There's no word for such a condition in Faerûn, but it's not unheard of. Sometimes people can't see letters right, or numbers, or a bunch of other things—minds can be funny, that way, and it doesn't make any of the people suffering less intelligent, it just means they can't do a thing that other people can.

That's what Ness has read, anyway.

"That—pardon me for saying so, but as someone who loves to read, that sounds awful. I'm sorry."

She's utterly sincere, at least, even if perhaps mildly offensive. In the ensuing silence, she finishes combing her fingers through her hair, setting it to rights as much as she's able, and then looks up at Clarisse.

"Would you like to read more? I could read to you, if you wanted."