Not all questions meant to have an answer

Another month passed and Lilou's life had always been the same as the previous months. Or rather, almost been the same aside from Stefan teaching her how to read and write during his free time. 

"This feels weird," she mumbled, keeping the tip of the quill on the parchment as she raised her head to her side. Beside her, sitting around the round table, was Stefan. His arm was resting over the backrest of her chair, arching his brows as he waited for the continuation of her remarks.

"What weird?" he quoted when she didn't speak. 

"Writing." Lilou gazed at the name she wrote herself. Although she knew a little bit of writing and reading, she wasn't well-versed in more than the stories she was told. 

"Reading and having to comprehend… it's weird." She set her eyes back to Stefan once again. "It feels like I already read this before."